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 Tanzania and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro 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 Chris Corsano to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Guru Guru,
Ralphi Rosario,
JFA,
Liliput,
Suburban Knight,
Rosa Yemen,
Roger Hodgson,
Camouflage,
Pierre Henry,
Lower 48,
Flipper,
Hasil Adkins,
Inner City,
The Moleskins,
Lalo Schifrin,
Faraquet,
The Sound,
Radiohead,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Smiths,
Bootsy Collins,
Khruangbin,
Pantaleimon,
Absolute Body Control,
The Zeros,
The Selecter,
The Young Rascals,
the Soft Cell,
Siglo XX,
Make Up,
Nik Kershaw,
the Germs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kool Moe Dee,
Skarface,
Subhumans,
Schoolly D,
Joe Smooth,
Rites of Spring,
Blossom Toes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Symarip,
Silicon Teens,
Half Japanese,
Bill Near,
Los Fastidios,
Lyres,
Television,
Ludus,
Yaz,
Angry Samoans,
Sun Ra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Camberwell Now,
The Skatalites,
Sonic Youth,
Bill Wells,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.