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 Cape Verde and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin 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 Kerrie Biddell 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Leaves,
Agitation Free,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
kango's stein massive,
U.S. Maple,
Fatback Band,
Cluster,
Johnny Clarke,
Bizarre Inc.,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wire,
Sparks,
Warsaw,
Crooked Eye,
Radiopuhelimet,
Todd Rundgren,
Infiniti,
Niagra,
T. Rex,
Duran Duran,
The Red Krayola,
Jeru the Damaja,
Metal Thangz,
Television,
Max Romeo,
Arab on Radar,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tears for Fears,
Albert Ayler,
Junior Murvin,
Jerry's Kids,
The Zeros,
The Walker Brothers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ituana,
Electric Light Orchestra,
World's Most,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fugs,
The Skatalites,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Delta 5,
The Monks,
David Bowie,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Janne Schatter,
The Angels of Light,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Motions,
The Mummies,
Gichy Dan,
Underground Resistance,
Monks,
Terry Callier,
Yellowson,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.