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 Dominican Republic and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Connie Case,
cv313,
Fela Kuti,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cheater Slicks,
Shuggie Otis,
The Doobie Brothers,
Deepchord,
Henry Cow,
Pierre Henry,
Panda Bear,
Drexciya,
Todd Rundgren,
Accadde A,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Names,
Hasil Adkins,
Bluetip,
Drive Like Jehu,
Monolake,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ossler,
Swell Maps,
Sex Pistols,
The Offenders,
Hoover,
The Seeds,
Ice-T,
June Days,
Adolescents,
Tomorrow,
Colin Newman,
Johnny Clarke,
Moebius,
The Red Krayola,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Essential Logic,
The Litter,
Traffic Nightmare,
David Bowie,
The Fall,
Eric B and Rakim,
Outsiders,
Bill Wells,
Scratch Acid,
Quantec,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sam Rivers,
The Mummies,
Big Daddy Kane,
Siglo XX,
Amazonics,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sound Behaviour,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eden Ahbez,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.