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 the UAE 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 clarinet 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 Hashim to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Qualms,
Schoolly D,
Alison Limerick,
Slave,
Faust,
Supertramp,
Grey Daturas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Erasure,
Eden Ahbez,
Howard Jones,
John Cale,
Magazine,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soulsonic Force,
Theoretical Girls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nirvana,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Basic Channel,
Derrick May,
John Lydon,
Eric Dolphy,
Groovy Waters,
T.S.O.L.,
Hardrive,
Mo-Dettes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Stiv Bators,
Suburban Knight,
Cecil Taylor,
Dark Day,
June Days,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bill Wells,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Oblivians,
Banda Bassotti,
Letta Mbulu,
Skaos,
Susan Cadogan,
Surgeon,
Piero Umiliani,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Vogues,
Ossler,
The Victims,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Niagra,
Dual Sessions,
Beasts of Bourbon,
DNA,
JFA,
Index,
Connie Case,
The Kinks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Agent Orange,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.