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 Mexico City.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe 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 Soulsonic Force to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Sound Behaviour,
Josef K,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lalo Schifrin,
Prince Buster,
Fluxion,
Au Pairs,
Cecil Taylor,
JFA,
Laurel Aitken,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Big Daddy Kane,
Monks,
L. Decosne,
Porter Ricks,
the Sonics,
The Remains,
Radiopuhelimet,
Siglo XX,
The Sound,
Connie Case,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ralphi Rosario,
David McCallum,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marvin Gaye,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Maleditus Sound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Minor Threat,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sarah Menescal,
X-102,
Tubeway Army,
Ten City,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Anakelly,
the Bar-Kays,
Talk Talk,
Henry Cow,
Guru Guru,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Freddie Wadling,
The Music Machine,
Bronski Beat,
Yaz,
Magazine,
Sällskapet,
The New Christs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Supertramp,
the Association,
The Saints,
Bluetip,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Stooges,
H. Thieme,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pantytec,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.