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 Spain and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Joe Smooth to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Blake Baxter,
Warren Ellis,
Brass Construction,
Man Parrish,
Judy Mowatt,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gang Starr,
the Swans,
AZ,
Q and Not U,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
New Order,
Scan 7,
Banda Bassotti,
Joy Division,
Nils Olav,
Tim Buckley,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Archie Shepp,
Cluster,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Slits,
Tom Boy,
Matthew Halsall,
Eddi Front,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
ABC,
X-102,
Dawn Penn,
This Heat,
Grandmaster Flash,
F. McDonald,
Johnny Clarke,
Qualms,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Mighty Diamonds,
a-ha,
Maleditus Sound,
These Immortal Souls,
Babytalk,
Duran Duran,
The Slackers,
Ohio Players,
Joey Negro,
Zero Boys,
Mandrill,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Interpol,
Gregory Isaacs,
Slick Rick,
Derrick May,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fall,
Maurizio,
Spandau Ballet,
Sound Behaviour,
the Human League,
48th St. Collective,
Pylon,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.