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 Papua New Guinea and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
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 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 Chrome 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Henry Cow,
The Toasters,
Lalo Schifrin,
China Crisis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cybotron,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joyce Sims,
Neu!,
Glambeats Corp.,
Josef K,
Reagan Youth,
Severed Heads,
cv313,
Japan,
The Victims,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Zeros,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scott Walker,
Smog,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bang On A Can,
Neil Young,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dave Gahan,
Pierre Henry,
Leonard Cohen,
Avey Tare,
Steve Hackett,
Little Man,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Tremeloes,
Average White Band,
Tears for Fears,
The Real Kids,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Skatalites,
10cc,
E-Dancer,
Cecil Taylor,
Minutemen,
Charles Mingus,
Sugar Minott,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Simply Red,
Gichy Dan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Moby Grape,
Quadrant,
Mad Mike,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
June of 44,
Sonic Youth,
Section 25,
Loose Ends,
Sam Rivers,
Quantec,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.