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 Vietnam and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes 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 Fela Kuti to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Black Pus,
Main Source,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sun City Girls,
Marshall Jefferson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Aaron Thompson,
Lower 48,
Brothers Johnson,
Magazine,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Piero Umiliani,
Franke,
Eric Dolphy,
New Order,
Jerry's Kids,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marcia Griffiths,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sound Behaviour,
Lungfish,
Jandek,
Babytalk,
Minutemen,
Average White Band,
Soft Cell,
Monolake,
The Busters,
Sun Ra,
Wolf Eyes,
Archie Shepp,
The Real Kids,
Joyce Sims,
Charles Mingus,
Black Bananas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Seeds,
Fluxion,
Lalann,
Pulsallama,
The Golliwogs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Camouflage,
Wings,
The Velvet Underground,
Outsiders,
La Düsseldorf,
Traffic Nightmare,
Barry Ungar,
D'Angelo,
Nirvana,
The Gladiators,
Jesper Dahlback,
Masters at Work,
Bluetip,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Magma,
Gabor Szabo,
a-ha,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Knickerbockers,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.