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 Tajikistan and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron 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 Althea and Donna to the electroclash 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Soulsonic Force,
Josef K,
Bobby Byrd,
The Associates,
Yusef Lateef,
Cymande,
The Names,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
New York Dolls,
Agitation Free,
Flash Fearless,
Crime,
Grauzone,
Eric Dolphy,
Marmalade,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Cale,
Man Parrish,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Prince Buster,
June of 44,
Barbara Tucker,
Barry Ungar,
The Real Kids,
One Last Wish,
Lou Christie,
a-ha,
The Remains,
Cecil Taylor,
Hot Snakes,
Junior Murvin,
Maleditus Sound,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Colin Newman,
The Mummies,
World's Most,
Alton Ellis,
The Sound,
The Vogues,
PIL,
Eli Mardock,
ABBA,
Monolake,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dawn Penn,
Visage,
Bush Tetras,
Fluxion,
The Cure,
Nick Fraelich,
Whodini,
Brothers Johnson,
Erykah Badu,
Isaac Hayes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pere Ubu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bronski Beat,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Human League,
The Standells,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.