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 Togo and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the rap 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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Traffic Nightmare,
The Sound,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ossler,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ornette Coleman,
Junior Murvin,
World's Most,
CMW,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Au Pairs,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Golliwogs,
Rotary Connection,
Rod Modell,
Joensuu 1685,
Isaac Hayes,
Rakim,
Harpers Bizarre,
L. Decosne,
Lou Christie,
Godley & Creme,
Gabor Szabo,
The Five Americans,
Babytalk,
The Monks,
Zapp,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Iggy Pop,
In Retrospect,
Eli Mardock,
Smog,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mark Hollis,
Fatback Band,
Matthew Bourne,
The Names,
Amon Düül II,
The Leaves,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Standells,
KRS-One,
The Litter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Skatalites,
Bobby Sherman,
A Certain Ratio,
Sixth Finger,
Ronan,
Bill Near,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tomorrow,
Interpol,
Magazine,
Eric Copeland,
Dennis Brown,
Slick Rick,
Rekid,
Audionom,
Quando Quango,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.