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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mo-Dettes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Stetsasonic,
Cybotron,
The Remains,
Boogie Down Productions,
Minnie Riperton,
the Slits,
Sandy B,
The Kinks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Los Fastidios,
Robert Görl,
KRS-One,
The Human League,
Tomorrow,
Lou Reed,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Guru Guru,
The Invisible,
Soft Cell,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sonny Sharrock,
Neil Young,
A Certain Ratio,
Pere Ubu,
Wasted Youth,
Funky Four + One,
Eli Mardock,
The Neon Judgement,
Faraquet,
Gong,
The Smoke,
Metal Thangz,
The Associates,
Dorothy Ashby,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Misunderstood,
Vainqueur,
Swans,
The Walker Brothers,
The Gladiators,
E-Dancer,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bluetip,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wolf Eyes,
Sparks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Red Krayola,
Marcia Griffiths,
kango's stein massive,
Radio Birdman,
The Count Five,
Vladislav Delay,
The Black Dice,
The Doobie Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Magma,
Rod Modell,
Lindisfarne,
The Doors,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.