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 Argentina and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the electroclash 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Main Source,
Rhythm & Sound,
Motorama,
Half Japanese,
Suburban Knight,
Groovy Waters,
Aswad,
L. Decosne,
Harmonia,
Nation of Ulysses,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lightning Bolt,
Max Romeo,
DNA,
The Associates,
Cybotron,
Johnny Clarke,
Hashim,
Rod Modell,
The Black Dice,
Theoretical Girls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Germs,
The Music Machine,
UT,
Josef K,
The Shadows of Knight,
Vainqueur,
Kurtis Blow,
The Birthday Party,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Public Image Ltd.,
Letta Mbulu,
Arcadia,
The Human League,
The Residents,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Unwound,
Marvin Gaye,
David Bowie,
Fatback Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dawn Penn,
Jeru the Damaja,
Swell Maps,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
ABC,
Sex Pistols,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sound Behaviour,
Davy DMX,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nirvana,
The Buckinghams,
Faraquet,
The Gap Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Minutemen,
The Motions,
the Swans,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.