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 France and from Lyon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
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 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 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 Wasted Youth to the crunk 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marine Girls,
Japan,
Amazonics,
The Gladiators,
Morten Harket,
Public Enemy,
The Red Krayola,
Hashim,
Cal Tjader,
Don Cherry,
Soulsonic Force,
The Associates,
The Smoke,
Joy Division,
Bobby Byrd,
Nico,
Michelle Simonal,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Maleditus Sound,
the Bar-Kays,
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Moon,
Make Up,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Radio Birdman,
New Age Steppers,
Grey Daturas,
Icehouse,
Black Pus,
Toni Rubio,
Pussy Galore,
Clear Light,
the Soft Cell,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Alice Coltrane,
David Axelrod,
The Index,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rosa Yemen,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Young Marble Giants,
K-Klass,
Sister Nancy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Prince Buster,
Slick Rick,
The Names,
Cymande,
Kerri Chandler,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Isaac Hayes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
China Crisis,
Can,
Sound Behaviour,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.