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 Sri Lanka and from Accra.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Slick Rick to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Stiv Bators,
Rosa Yemen,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Modern Lovers,
Marmalade,
Roxy Music,
Bluetip,
Hashim,
Aswad,
CMW,
Youth Brigade,
DJ Style,
Lightning Bolt,
Robert Hood,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cameo,
Zero Boys,
Television Personalities,
The Residents,
Depeche Mode,
Vainqueur,
The Offenders,
Con Funk Shun,
The Toasters,
Fluxion,
Rotary Connection,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Raincoats,
The Walker Brothers,
Jeff Mills,
Davy DMX,
The Dave Clark Five,
LL Cool J,
Kurtis Blow,
Jerry's Kids,
Charles Mingus,
Bill Wells,
Babytalk,
X-Ray Spex,
The Slackers,
Don Cherry,
Derrick May,
EPMD,
Main Source,
World's Most,
Barrington Levy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Tremeloes,
Janne Schatter,
The Dirtbombs,
Half Japanese,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Doobie Brothers,
FM Einheit,
Blake Baxter,
The Red Krayola,
Metal Thangz,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Invisible,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.