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 Liberia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Fluxion to the punk 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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
The Pop Group,
Duran Duran,
Scratch Acid,
Khruangbin,
Soft Machine,
The Smoke,
Hoover,
Eric Dolphy,
The Skatalites,
Nils Olav,
Procol Harum,
The Cowsills,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Shuggie Otis,
Rosa Yemen,
ABC,
Joe Smooth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Barry Ungar,
Los Fastidios,
Ponytail,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scott Walker,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Barracudas,
June Days,
Reagan Youth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Terry Callier,
Amon Düül,
Wasted Youth,
Drexciya,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tom Boy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Boredoms,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Erykah Badu,
Circle Jerks,
Bluetip,
Brass Construction,
Warsaw,
Q and Not U,
Roger Hodgson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marvin Gaye,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sexual Harrassment,
Donald Byrd,
Jacob Miller,
Cameo,
Popol Vuh,
Easy Going,
Ralphi Rosario,
Panda Bear,
Pharoah Sanders,
The New Christs,
Minnie Riperton,
Sound Behaviour,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.