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 Indonesia and from Lagos.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 T. Rex to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Boredoms,
Con Funk Shun,
Soul II Soul,
Thee Headcoats,
Supertramp,
Scientists,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mission of Burma,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sight & Sound,
Skriet,
Marc Almond,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The New Christs,
Idris Muhammad,
The Dave Clark Five,
UT,
Qualms,
Tomorrow,
Pylon,
The Motions,
La Düsseldorf,
Flash Fearless,
Negative Approach,
Fat Boys,
U.S. Maple,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sound Behaviour,
Electric Prunes,
Morten Harket,
Robert Hood,
Chris Corsano,
Terrestrial Tones,
Suburban Knight,
Sam Rivers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Juan Atkins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Depeche Mode,
Harmonia,
Mark Hollis,
Lou Christie,
Bad Manners,
The Trojans,
Rites of Spring,
Essential Logic,
Animal Collective,
Dorothy Ashby,
B.T. Express,
Yusef Lateef,
Symarip,
The Black Dice,
Letta Mbulu,
Fela Kuti,
Black Moon,
Wire,
Sarah Menescal,
Siglo XX,
The Gap Band,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.