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 Ecuador and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Standells to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Banda Bassotti,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Blues Magoos,
New Order,
The Saints,
Jacques Brel,
Terry Callier,
Wolf Eyes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Althea and Donna,
Harmonia,
Robert Hood,
Max Romeo,
Hashim,
Q and Not U,
The Skatalites,
The Human League,
Mandrill,
Mad Mike,
The Doors,
Minny Pops,
Dawn Penn,
Can,
48th St. Collective,
The Litter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Organ,
David Bowie,
Niagra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nirvana,
Talk Talk,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mars,
Black Bananas,
R.M.O.,
Quando Quango,
Donny Hathaway,
Deepchord,
Pierre Henry,
Trumans Water,
Negative Approach,
Technova,
Au Pairs,
X-101,
Angry Samoans,
The Gap Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Zapp,
The Mummies,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Coltrane,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eric B and Rakim,
Skarface,
Bush Tetras,
The Toasters,
Radio Birdman,
Amon Düül,
The Moleskins,
China Crisis,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.