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 Japan and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Royal Trux to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Supertramp,
UT,
Thompson Twins,
Quadrant,
Khruangbin,
Bootsy Collins,
Flash Fearless,
Robert Wyatt,
Saccharine Trust,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Darondo,
John Coltrane,
Procol Harum,
Skriet,
Donald Byrd,
Wally Richardson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Searchers,
Bad Manners,
K-Klass,
Kaleidoscope,
Das Ding,
Cecil Taylor,
Moby Grape,
New Order,
Sound Behaviour,
Funkadelic,
Magma,
the Germs,
Mark Hollis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Half Japanese,
Patti Smith,
China Crisis,
Soulsonic Force,
The Moody Blues,
Roxette,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Accadde A,
Joy Division,
Black Bananas,
Hasil Adkins,
Rakim,
Harry Pussy,
Deakin,
Man Parrish,
Big Daddy Kane,
Monolake,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Maurizio,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Sonics,
Public Enemy,
Urselle,
The Alarm Clocks,
David McCallum,
ABBA,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.