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 Swaziland 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Lou Reed 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 Johnny Osbourne to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy 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 a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Alice Coltrane,
The Move,
Mr. Review,
The Alarm Clocks,
ABBA,
Marine Girls,
The Slits,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Electric Prunes,
Davy DMX,
Mandrill,
Charles Mingus,
Kas Product,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Janne Schatter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gerry Rafferty,
X-Ray Spex,
Ice-T,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Monochrome Set,
Masters at Work,
Iggy Pop,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eden Ahbez,
Pussy Galore,
Althea and Donna,
Soft Machine,
Dawn Penn,
Franke,
Fluxion,
Eric Dolphy,
Bauhaus,
Hashim,
Gang Gang Dance,
Judy Mowatt,
The Invisible,
La Düsseldorf,
Reuben Wilson,
Hardrive,
Blake Baxter,
The Dirtbombs,
Popol Vuh,
The Doobie Brothers,
Minor Threat,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Stockholm Monsters,
JFA,
The Zeros,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Moss Icon,
Lungfish,
Eddi Front,
John Holt,
Alphaville,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.