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 Namibia and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
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 organ 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 Absolute Body Control to the funk 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Lou Reed,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobby Byrd,
Warsaw,
Siglo XX,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sarah Menescal,
Qualms,
Marc Almond,
Main Source,
Amon Düül II,
Buzzcocks,
U.S. Maple,
The Birthday Party,
Todd Terry,
The Blackbyrds,
Banda Bassotti,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Selecter,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Names,
Crash Course in Science,
Lucky Dragons,
The Young Rascals,
Sonic Youth,
Cybotron,
Model 500,
Judy Mowatt,
Reagan Youth,
Pantytec,
Boredoms,
Hashim,
The Standells,
Technova,
Kayak,
Radiopuhelimet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
L. Decosne,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Music Machine,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tres Demented,
Chris Corsano,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tropical Tobacco,
Icehouse,
Suicide,
Liliput,
Crispy Ambulance,
Aswad,
Jacques Brel,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wolf Eyes,
The Cure,
Heaven 17,
Derrick Morgan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Suburban Knight,
The Gap Band,
The Doors,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.