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 Kenya and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Soulsonic Force to the rap 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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Alton Ellis,
Lindisfarne,
Lucky Dragons,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Quando Quango,
Oblivians,
Blossom Toes,
Erasure,
D'Angelo,
E-Dancer,
The Happenings,
Kaleidoscope,
Brand Nubian,
Magazine,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
FM Einheit,
Bronski Beat,
Camouflage,
Ludus,
Ultra Naté,
Sonic Youth,
Kerri Chandler,
Howard Jones,
The Modern Lovers,
Duran Duran,
Surgeon,
Lungfish,
This Heat,
Alice Coltrane,
Minnie Riperton,
Groovy Waters,
a-ha,
New York Dolls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crooked Eye,
Parry Music,
Boredoms,
Steve Hackett,
June Days,
Matthew Bourne,
Radiohead,
Radio Birdman,
Newcleus,
Morten Harket,
Scott Walker,
PIL,
Man Parrish,
Wally Richardson,
Bobby Byrd,
Agitation Free,
Ice-T,
The Victims,
The Knickerbockers,
Henry Cow,
Albert Ayler,
the Sonics,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Derrick May,
Fela Kuti,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.