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 Cyprus and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Beau Brummels to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Little Man,
the Normal,
Traffic Nightmare,
Main Source,
June of 44,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Excepter,
The Smiths,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
T.S.O.L.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Deakin,
The Zeros,
Jacob Miller,
Terrestrial Tones,
Chris Corsano,
Mary Jane Girls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tres Demented,
James White and The Blacks,
ABBA,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Move,
Rotary Connection,
The Alarm Clocks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobby Womack,
Mantronix,
Eurythmics,
Junior Murvin,
The Saints,
The Litter,
Glenn Branca,
Radiopuhelimet,
Grandmaster Flash,
Graham Central Station,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jeff Mills,
Glambeats Corp.,
Robert Wyatt,
Morten Harket,
Country Teasers,
Josef K,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Coltrane,
Quando Quango,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Associates,
Gong,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Derrick Morgan,
Skriet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dawn Penn,
R.M.O.,
Sandy B,
Fear,
FM Einheit,
L. Decosne,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.