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 Sierra Leone and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Henry Cow to the dance 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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Roxette,
Eric Dolphy,
Fad Gadget,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Walker Brothers,
In Retrospect,
Blancmange,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Alice Coltrane,
Unrelated Segments,
JFA,
Letta Mbulu,
Flash Fearless,
Chrome,
the Association,
Sällskapet,
The Human League,
the Bar-Kays,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Camouflage,
Lou Christie,
Colin Newman,
MDC,
Motorama,
The Doobie Brothers,
Todd Terry,
John Cale,
The Alarm Clocks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Aural Exciters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Radiohead,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Moby Grape,
New Age Steppers,
Au Pairs,
Joe Smooth,
Second Layer,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Judy Mowatt,
The Happenings,
Tommy Roe,
Wally Richardson,
Q and Not U,
The Trojans,
Television,
The Names,
The Beau Brummels,
Alton Ellis,
Pantaleimon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Hoover,
Newcleus,
Eurythmics,
Kayak,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Inner City,
Underground Resistance,
Rakim,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.