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 Korea South and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lakeside to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
The Five Americans,
Robert Wyatt,
Gregory Isaacs,
Blossom Toes,
Bang On A Can,
Silicon Teens,
X-102,
Jeru the Damaja,
Alice Coltrane,
Los Fastidios,
Essential Logic,
Curtis Mayfield,
Harry Pussy,
Au Pairs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Interpol,
Mantronix,
Make Up,
Robert Görl,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gong,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pussy Galore,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Albert Ayler,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Smog,
Lalann,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bill Near,
Hardrive,
Hasil Adkins,
The Misunderstood,
Peter and Kerry,
Negative Approach,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lyres,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Can,
Spandau Ballet,
The Dave Clark Five,
K-Klass,
The Doors,
Connie Case,
Sound Behaviour,
Lakeside,
Soulsonic Force,
Scan 7,
Fear,
The Residents,
The Gun Club,
Deakin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.