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 Luxembourg and from Mumbai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Howard Jones to the electroclash 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
The Monks,
Unwound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Idris Muhammad,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Flag,
The Red Krayola,
Harry Pussy,
June of 44,
Jerry's Kids,
Bad Manners,
John Lydon,
Goldenarms,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Groovy Waters,
Pantaleimon,
Niagra,
The Searchers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Little Man,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Alison Limerick,
Ken Boothe,
Lyres,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wolf Eyes,
Todd Rundgren,
Animal Collective,
E-Dancer,
Brothers Johnson,
the Association,
Robert Wyatt,
The Five Americans,
Sarah Menescal,
Procol Harum,
ABBA,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Misunderstood,
Kevin Saunderson,
Simply Red,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Masters at Work,
Second Layer,
These Immortal Souls,
Terry Callier,
X-101,
Camberwell Now,
Isaac Hayes,
Gichy Dan,
The Divine Comedy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Monochrome Set,
Letta Mbulu,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jacob Miller,
Minutemen,
Radiohead,
Siglo XX,
Nils Olav,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Motions,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.