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 Togo and from New York.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin 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 a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
AZ,
Nick Fraelich,
Groovy Waters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Boogie Down Productions,
Judy Mowatt,
Eric Dolphy,
Monolake,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jerry's Kids,
Mantronix,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Anthony Braxton,
John Coltrane,
E-Dancer,
Albert Ayler,
ABC,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Sonics,
Sarah Menescal,
Donny Hathaway,
Robert Görl,
Hashim,
The Red Krayola,
Skriet,
Visage,
Blancmange,
Spoonie Gee,
The Walker Brothers,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Durutti Column,
The Fugs,
Ken Boothe,
Roy Ayers,
Altered Images,
Adolescents,
Soul Sonic Force,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Moon,
Charles Mingus,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Cowsills,
Mr. Review,
Reuben Wilson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Josef K,
Aural Exciters,
Rekid,
Thee Headcoats,
The Moody Blues,
Ultra Naté,
The Techniques,
Arcadia,
Delta 5,
Ornette Coleman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Brick,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.