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 Morocco and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the techno 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sällskapet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Anthony Braxton,
Deepchord,
DNA,
The Move,
the Sonics,
Marc Almond,
The Star Department,
Carl Craig,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cluster,
The Gap Band,
New York Dolls,
The Neon Judgement,
Swans,
Funkadelic,
Rakim,
Kayak,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Iggy Pop,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Angels of Light,
Masters at Work,
Danielle Patucci,
Procol Harum,
The Zeros,
Khruangbin,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Shadows of Knight,
Letta Mbulu,
James White and The Blacks,
Nick Fraelich,
Bootsy Collins,
Rosa Yemen,
The Wake,
Supertramp,
Toni Rubio,
Newcleus,
Crash Course in Science,
Sex Pistols,
Lalo Schifrin,
ABBA,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Terry Callier,
The Techniques,
Soul II Soul,
Shoche,
Erasure,
Subhumans,
The Five Americans,
Wings,
LL Cool J,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Drexciya,
Kas Product,
Whodini,
The Sonics,
PIL,
Quadrant,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.