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 Nauru and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Robert Palmer 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 David McCallum to the crunk 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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
The American Breed,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sun Ra,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lungfish,
Idris Muhammad,
The Motions,
Ohio Players,
The Evens,
Scion,
Khruangbin,
Marshall Jefferson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dave Gahan,
Althea and Donna,
Donny Hathaway,
Nico,
Mission of Burma,
Sparks,
Lou Christie,
Jacques Brel,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bluetip,
The Young Rascals,
Tres Demented,
Black Pus,
Gang Green,
The Cure,
X-102,
Drexciya,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Josef K,
June Days,
Yaz,
the Swans,
Quantec,
CMW,
Section 25,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Guru Guru,
A Certain Ratio,
Pantaleimon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Alice Coltrane,
Simply Red,
Kevin Saunderson,
The New Christs,
The Electric Prunes,
The Victims,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Shadows of Knight,
Thompson Twins,
Public Enemy,
Outsiders,
The Barracudas,
Mark Hollis,
Terry Callier,
The Zeros,
T. Rex,
Angry Samoans,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.