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 Poland and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
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 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 Holger Czukay 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 Siglo XX to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
This Heat,
Roxy Music,
The Leaves,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Massinfluence,
Ultra Naté,
Nick Fraelich,
Newcleus,
The Beau Brummels,
The Slackers,
Groovy Waters,
Agitation Free,
the Association,
Model 500,
Infiniti,
DJ Style,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Count Five,
CMW,
MDC,
Erykah Badu,
Echospace,
Rakim,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lebanon Hanover,
Laurel Aitken,
Juan Atkins,
Big Daddy Kane,
Aswad,
Gastr Del Sol,
Stereo Dub,
Black Bananas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
MC5,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Zeros,
Neu!,
The Neon Judgement,
Rekid,
Skaos,
Ultimate Spinach,
Danielle Patucci,
Kayak,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
PIL,
Reagan Youth,
Banda Bassotti,
Con Funk Shun,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roy Ayers,
The Divine Comedy,
Y Pants,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sister Nancy,
Tears for Fears,
Gerry Rafferty,
Amon Düül,
The Remains,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.