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 Nauru and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer 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 Cybotron to the techno 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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Blossom Toes,
Alphaville,
Bobby Byrd,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rekid,
The Offenders,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Saints,
Marine Girls,
Moss Icon,
Monolake,
The J.B.'s,
the Association,
Robert Wyatt,
The Skatalites,
Sight & Sound,
Kerri Chandler,
Bootsy Collins,
The Techniques,
Newcleus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marmalade,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mantronix,
the Swans,
Bobby Womack,
Bauhaus,
Todd Terry,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mo-Dettes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Toasters,
Erasure,
Brick,
Hashim,
The Wake,
Anthony Braxton,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Roy Ayers,
The Moody Blues,
The United States of America,
Matthew Halsall,
Chris Corsano,
Hoover,
Eric Copeland,
Fugazi,
The Mummies,
The Standells,
Grey Daturas,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Easy Going,
Henry Cow,
Saccharine Trust,
Morten Harket,
Scott Walker,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.