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 Paraguay and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb 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 Amazonics to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Howard Jones,
The Beau Brummels,
Jeff Lynne,
Radiohead,
Cymande,
Aswad,
E-Dancer,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Busters,
The Motions,
Moebius,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
DJ Style,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Cowsills,
Albert Ayler,
Wally Richardson,
The Velvet Underground,
John Cale,
Donald Byrd,
Flash Fearless,
Kurtis Blow,
B.T. Express,
The Martian,
Chris & Cosey,
Easy Going,
The Gladiators,
the Human League,
Soft Machine,
Echospace,
Junior Murvin,
Stiv Bators,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Litter,
Subhumans,
Fluxion,
L. Decosne,
Archie Shepp,
Bootsy Collins,
Skaos,
Suicide,
Audionom,
Yellowson,
Scientists,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soft Cell,
Kenny Larkin,
The Young Rascals,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
June of 44,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Swans,
Black Sheep,
Grandmaster Flash,
Livin' Joy,
The Cramps,
The Fall,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Buzzcocks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tubeway Army,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.