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 Vanuatu and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe 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 Grey Daturas to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
the Normal,
Fluxion,
Nas,
The Slits,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Qualms,
Alison Limerick,
Silicon Teens,
Kayak,
Crispian St. Peters,
Spandau Ballet,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tommy Roe,
Gichy Dan,
The Motions,
Dennis Brown,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
A Certain Ratio,
Sparks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Vladislav Delay,
Model 500,
Nick Fraelich,
The Associates,
X-101,
Brand Nubian,
Soft Cell,
In Retrospect,
Don Cherry,
Ohio Players,
Minny Pops,
Soft Machine,
Grey Daturas,
The Names,
Eric Dolphy,
The Gladiators,
Soul Sonic Force,
Oneida,
H. Thieme,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Archie Shepp,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Grauzone,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gastr Del Sol,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Leaves,
Second Layer,
Tubeway Army,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joey Negro,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Faraquet,
X-Ray Spex,
Interpol,
Donald Byrd,
Dawn Penn,
Section 25,
Cybotron,
Wally Richardson,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.