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 Belize and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe 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 Essential Logic to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Funky Four + One,
Groovy Waters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Oblivians,
Eric Dolphy,
Nik Kershaw,
Con Funk Shun,
John Foxx,
Joey Negro,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ash Ra Tempel,
H. Thieme,
Cecil Taylor,
Peter and Kerry,
Rites of Spring,
Nils Olav,
Ultra Naté,
Sound Behaviour,
Television Personalities,
the Sonics,
Rekid,
Cymande,
Infiniti,
The Monochrome Set,
Dark Day,
Todd Terry,
Roger Hodgson,
Yazoo,
Symarip,
Bluetip,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Divine Comedy,
Fat Boys,
Das Ding,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Last Poets,
Moby Grape,
John Holt,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sex Pistols,
Jeru the Damaja,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Grauzone,
Newcleus,
Scott Walker,
The Gap Band,
Camberwell Now,
Kas Product,
Deakin,
Michelle Simonal,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tropical Tobacco,
Erasure,
Joe Finger,
Gang Green,
cv313,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Electric Prunes,
a-ha,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Toasters,
The Cowsills,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.