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 Guyana and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 8 Eyed Spy to the techno 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Gregory Isaacs,
Smog,
Juan Atkins,
Niagra,
Reuben Wilson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lucky Dragons,
Crash Course in Science,
Jeff Mills,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Buckinghams,
Gerry Rafferty,
DNA,
Essential Logic,
Bobby Byrd,
Ultra Naté,
Toni Rubio,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Selecter,
ABBA,
the Soft Cell,
Nas,
The Fire Engines,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pagans,
The Birthday Party,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Easy Going,
The Stooges,
Warren Ellis,
Sandy B,
Underground Resistance,
Symarip,
Glambeats Corp.,
Hashim,
Rotary Connection,
Blancmange,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Q65,
Monks,
Derrick Morgan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sam Rivers,
Cecil Taylor,
Soul II Soul,
Circle Jerks,
Alison Limerick,
Hoover,
The Shadows of Knight,
Grandmaster Flash,
Deepchord,
The Gories,
Colin Newman,
Mad Mike,
Joe Smooth,
Dorothy Ashby,
Public Enemy,
Young Marble Giants,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Arthur Verocai,
H. Thieme,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.