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 Ghana and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the rock 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Jeff Mills,
The Litter,
Pierre Henry,
Lalo Schifrin,
Neu!,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Saints,
Morten Harket,
Intrusion,
Joe Finger,
Lakeside,
Cluster,
Sound Behaviour,
Ornette Coleman,
Peter and Kerry,
Sun Ra,
Robert Hood,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Josef K,
Gregory Isaacs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Radio Birdman,
Grandmaster Flash,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Toasters,
Urselle,
Oneida,
Yellowson,
The Mummies,
Scan 7,
Iggy Pop,
Kevin Saunderson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Junior Murvin,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Sound,
Sällskapet,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joe Smooth,
Lyres,
Tommy Roe,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tres Demented,
Loose Ends,
Gerry Rafferty,
X-Ray Spex,
Hardrive,
Brothers Johnson,
The Buckinghams,
Archie Shepp,
Jeru the Damaja,
Blake Baxter,
Soft Machine,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Das Ding,
Deepchord,
Arab on Radar,
The Fugs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.