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 Bangladesh and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Rhythm & Sound to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Livin' Joy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Arcadia,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Aaron Thompson,
The American Breed,
E-Dancer,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Fall,
Dawn Penn,
Gabor Szabo,
Scratch Acid,
Faust,
Letta Mbulu,
Brick,
Chrome,
The Electric Prunes,
Niagra,
Wings,
Henry Cow,
Jesper Dahlback,
Agent Orange,
The Fuzztones,
The Blues Magoos,
MDC,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rapeman,
Trumans Water,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Standells,
This Heat,
Grandmaster Flash,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Index,
Johnny Clarke,
Brothers Johnson,
Ultra Naté,
Dark Day,
The Cowsills,
CMW,
Wally Richardson,
Toni Rubio,
Absolute Body Control,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marshall Jefferson,
Au Pairs,
Newcleus,
Ponytail,
Lucky Dragons,
Cluster,
Hardrive,
The Birthday Party,
The Busters,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fugs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.