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 Mauritania and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 The J.B.'s 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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Delon & Dalcan,
Thee Headcoats,
Bad Manners,
James White and The Blacks,
Yellowson,
Laurel Aitken,
Albert Ayler,
Supertramp,
Vainqueur,
Donald Byrd,
DJ Style,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ituana,
The Fortunes,
Janne Schatter,
Moebius,
The Moleskins,
Ultravox,
The Smoke,
Jeff Mills,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Make Up,
Yusef Lateef,
Babytalk,
Alton Ellis,
Symarip,
Rakim,
This Heat,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
T.S.O.L.,
Brand Nubian,
Cal Tjader,
Sonny Sharrock,
Country Teasers,
Oblivians,
Dark Day,
Magma,
Godley & Creme,
Jeff Lynne,
Banda Bassotti,
Lebanon Hanover,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Martian,
Television,
Siglo XX,
Aswad,
Lakeside,
Danielle Patucci,
T. Rex,
Colin Newman,
Fatback Band,
Tomorrow,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Half Japanese,
Pierre Henry,
Althea and Donna,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.