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 Liberia and from Madrid.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 New Age Steppers to the techno 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nirvana,
Wings,
Desert Stars,
Morten Harket,
Suicide,
Jacob Miller,
Marshall Jefferson,
Shoche,
Livin' Joy,
Public Enemy,
Idris Muhammad,
Alison Limerick,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Kinks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joyce Sims,
Scott Walker,
Lakeside,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bluetip,
Zapp,
La Düsseldorf,
Henry Cow,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Rites of Spring,
Fear,
Harry Pussy,
Bob Dylan,
8 Eyed Spy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hot Snakes,
Absolute Body Control,
DJ Style,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hardrive,
Popol Vuh,
Lindisfarne,
Jawbox,
Amon Düül II,
Organ,
Oblivians,
H. Thieme,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Simply Red,
K-Klass,
Television Personalities,
The Birthday Party,
Eli Mardock,
A Certain Ratio,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roy Ayers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Harpers Bizarre,
Erasure,
Nick Fraelich,
Junior Murvin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Easy Going,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.