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 Jamaica and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Lalann to the dance 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Barclay James Harvest,
DNA,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sound Behaviour,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joe Finger,
The Human League,
LL Cool J,
Soul II Soul,
Model 500,
Lungfish,
DJ Sneak,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Quantec,
The Dead C,
The Durutti Column,
Sex Pistols,
Glenn Branca,
Excepter,
Rapeman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Smog,
JFA,
Chrome,
Kerrie Biddell,
Icehouse,
The Red Krayola,
Robert Hood,
Scan 7,
Harry Pussy,
Country Teasers,
OOIOO,
The Names,
Dark Day,
Traffic Nightmare,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Shuggie Otis,
Nik Kershaw,
Camouflage,
The Fortunes,
David McCallum,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Agent Orange,
Davy DMX,
Nas,
Dorothy Ashby,
DJ Style,
These Immortal Souls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Depeche Mode,
China Crisis,
Magazine,
Little Man,
Erasure,
Popol Vuh,
Leonard Cohen,
Moss Icon,
The Sonics,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.