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 Mauritius and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 clarinet 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 Scratch Acid to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Stereo Dub,
Colin Newman,
Flamin' Groovies,
Derrick Morgan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Arab on Radar,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tomorrow,
Piero Umiliani,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crispy Ambulance,
Erykah Badu,
The Invisible,
The Cramps,
JFA,
The Gun Club,
a-ha,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gang Green,
Man Parrish,
Fatback Band,
Magma,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pere Ubu,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jacob Miller,
Radiohead,
Roy Ayers,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Moody Blues,
Matthew Halsall,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
London Community Gospel Choir,
10cc,
Subhumans,
Moss Icon,
Joe Finger,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Yusef Lateef,
Infiniti,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Byron Stingily,
Lower 48,
Laurel Aitken,
Unrelated Segments,
Susan Cadogan,
Avey Tare,
the Germs,
The United States of America,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Arthur Verocai,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fortunes,
The Index,
the Sonics,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.