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 Mali and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator 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 Freddie Wadling to the jazz 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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Alison Limerick,
The Divine Comedy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Interpol,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Magazine,
The Electric Prunes,
The Vogues,
The Cosmic Jokers,
kango's stein massive,
E-Dancer,
MDC,
Henry Cow,
Royal Trux,
Au Pairs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sixth Finger,
Bush Tetras,
T. Rex,
The Motions,
Charles Mingus,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Neil Young,
Pagans,
Gang Starr,
Fluxion,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Piero Umiliani,
Barry Ungar,
Electric Prunes,
Q and Not U,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Pop Group,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Davy DMX,
Soft Machine,
Letta Mbulu,
Section 25,
The Index,
Laurel Aitken,
The Grass Roots,
Sarah Menescal,
Shuggie Otis,
Dawn Penn,
Camberwell Now,
The Tremeloes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Porter Ricks,
Tom Boy,
John Lydon,
ABBA,
Sugar Minott,
Sam Rivers,
Cecil Taylor,
The Saints,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Zero Boys,
Moebius,
David Axelrod,
Delta 5,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.