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 Israel and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar 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 Khruangbin to the grime 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Amazonics,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Television,
Das Ding,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Angels of Light,
The Trojans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Radio Birdman,
Junior Murvin,
Scientists,
Pole,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nick Fraelich,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Normal,
Matthew Halsall,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Juan Atkins,
The Fall,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sam Rivers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Brothers Johnson,
Goldenarms,
Neil Young,
Boredoms,
The Kinks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Buckinghams,
The Moody Blues,
The Standells,
Malaria!,
Sister Nancy,
Sixth Finger,
Harpers Bizarre,
Con Funk Shun,
Barrington Levy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wally Richardson,
David Bowie,
Soft Cell,
Livin' Joy,
Eric Dolphy,
T. Rex,
Idris Muhammad,
Isaac Hayes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Supertramp,
Khruangbin,
Gerry Rafferty,
Hoover,
The Last Poets,
Surgeon,
The Music Machine,
UT,
Donny Hathaway,
The Beau Brummels,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.