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 Senegal and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eddi Front to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Eve St. Jones,
Siglo XX,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Moody Blues,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Cosmic Jokers,
10cc,
China Crisis,
The Red Krayola,
Clear Light,
Derrick Morgan,
The Gap Band,
Scott Walker,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Henry Cow,
Johnny Clarke,
Amazonics,
Thompson Twins,
Subhumans,
Khruangbin,
Mo-Dettes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tubeway Army,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sight & Sound,
Newcleus,
The Black Dice,
Goldenarms,
In Retrospect,
Bobby Sherman,
Main Source,
Lower 48,
Suburban Knight,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ronnie Foster,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Residents,
The Grass Roots,
Sandy B,
Blake Baxter,
Lou Christie,
Judy Mowatt,
Michelle Simonal,
Crime,
The Sonics,
Duran Duran,
The Toasters,
Sun City Girls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
La Düsseldorf,
Pierre Henry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Los Fastidios,
The Cramps,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.