Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Uruguay and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Delon & Dalcan to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Blossom Toes,
Little Man,
Q and Not U,
Idris Muhammad,
The Move,
Arab on Radar,
LL Cool J,
Carl Craig,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sugar Minott,
Judy Mowatt,
Supertramp,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nirvana,
The Raincoats,
Hoover,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Smiths,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wasted Youth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Archie Shepp,
The Pop Group,
Echospace,
Brass Construction,
Ultra Naté,
Vladislav Delay,
Marc Almond,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Qualms,
The Music Machine,
Quantec,
Erasure,
Michelle Simonal,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Trojans,
John Holt,
Average White Band,
Dark Day,
Kayak,
Nik Kershaw,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gang of Four,
The Last Poets,
Excepter,
Jeff Mills,
The Associates,
Joy Division,
Urselle,
AZ,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Cramps,
Agitation Free,
Rhythm & Sound,
Motorama,
The Skatalites,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.