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 Cyprus and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the disco 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Arthur Verocai,
Zero Boys,
Nico,
Saccharine Trust,
Sexual Harrassment,
June of 44,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mr. Review,
Bad Manners,
FM Einheit,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sight & Sound,
Frankie Knuckles,
Liliput,
Supertramp,
Negative Approach,
Gong,
Maurizio,
R.M.O.,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Mummies,
The Raincoats,
Rhythm & Sound,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Young Marble Giants,
Eric B and Rakim,
Blossom Toes,
The Smoke,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Last Poets,
Mary Jane Girls,
Max Romeo,
Nas,
Motorama,
Make Up,
One Last Wish,
Kas Product,
Main Source,
Jeff Lynne,
The Victims,
Sonny Sharrock,
Robert Görl,
The Beau Brummels,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Minor Threat,
CMW,
The Stooges,
The Monochrome Set,
Sonic Youth,
Leonard Cohen,
James White and The Blacks,
The Golliwogs,
The Velvet Underground,
Electric Prunes,
Mo-Dettes,
The Doors,
The Offenders,
Camouflage,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.