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 Solomon Islands and from Mexico City.
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 Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer 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 June of 44 to the disco 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Y Pants,
MC5,
DJ Style,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kevin Saunderson,
Robert Görl,
Bill Near,
David Axelrod,
Alphaville,
Livin' Joy,
Stereo Dub,
Johnny Clarke,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dave Gahan,
The Knickerbockers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Q and Not U,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Godley & Creme,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Susan Cadogan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Amon Düül,
Cal Tjader,
Toni Rubio,
Sugar Minott,
the Fania All-Stars,
Audionom,
Robert Wyatt,
Gang Starr,
The Pretty Things,
Lalo Schifrin,
Thompson Twins,
Peter & Gordon,
Joey Negro,
Harry Pussy,
Saccharine Trust,
The Birthday Party,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gerry Rafferty,
Yusef Lateef,
X-Ray Spex,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sixth Finger,
The Moody Blues,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Hasil Adkins,
Silicon Teens,
The Tremeloes,
Pulsallama,
Gichy Dan,
the Germs,
Man Eating Sloth,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Moss Icon,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.