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 Uruguay and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Hot Snakes to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
the Normal,
Bob Dylan,
The Buckinghams,
Swans,
Newcleus,
Theoretical Girls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jerry's Kids,
Blancmange,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Janne Schatter,
The Birthday Party,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Cale,
Fela Kuti,
Ossler,
Gang Green,
One Last Wish,
Duran Duran,
The Moleskins,
Lyres,
The Raincoats,
Kas Product,
These Immortal Souls,
H. Thieme,
Hashim,
Agent Orange,
Gabor Szabo,
Jacques Brel,
The Toasters,
Little Man,
The Invisible,
Youth Brigade,
Siglo XX,
Talk Talk,
Ponytail,
The Searchers,
Peter & Gordon,
Mission of Burma,
Hardrive,
Sight & Sound,
New Age Steppers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Schoolly D,
T. Rex,
The Star Department,
The Monochrome Set,
Joensuu 1685,
The Skatalites,
Idris Muhammad,
Sandy B,
kango's stein massive,
Rites of Spring,
Royal Trux,
Todd Terry,
Ronan,
Eddi Front,
Das Ding,
Jacob Miller,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.