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 Gambia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Kerri Chandler 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Jacques Brel,
Chris Corsano,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pantytec,
Visage,
Andrew Hill,
Mad Mike,
The Tremeloes,
Angry Samoans,
Amon Düül II,
China Crisis,
The Kinks,
The Beau Brummels,
Yusef Lateef,
Harry Pussy,
John Cale,
The Real Kids,
Whodini,
Joensuu 1685,
Yazoo,
Tommy Roe,
Harpers Bizarre,
Audionom,
Niagra,
The Gories,
Charles Mingus,
Ultra Naté,
the Sonics,
KRS-One,
Maurizio,
Gang Green,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Prince Buster,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sight & Sound,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eden Ahbez,
Robert Hood,
Scan 7,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pole,
Das Ding,
Avey Tare,
Don Cherry,
In Retrospect,
Godley & Creme,
Soft Machine,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
cv313,
the Bar-Kays,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hoover,
Gil Scott Heron,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bob Dylan,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.