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 Suriname and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cymande to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Derrick Morgan,
Depeche Mode,
Ossler,
Amon Düül II,
Joyce Sims,
The Knickerbockers,
Juan Atkins,
Fluxion,
The Blues Magoos,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Suicide,
Scientists,
Fear,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Skaos,
Echospace,
Eric B and Rakim,
Whodini,
June of 44,
Skriet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Invisible,
Bizarre Inc.,
Animal Collective,
Jeff Lynne,
Josef K,
The Barracudas,
Lucky Dragons,
Nas,
Liliput,
The Move,
Youth Brigade,
Ken Boothe,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Das Ding,
The Electric Prunes,
Zero Boys,
Eric Copeland,
The Dirtbombs,
Radiohead,
The Real Kids,
Grey Daturas,
Jeru the Damaja,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Spoonie Gee,
Bronski Beat,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Lydon,
Gang of Four,
Lalann,
Lindisfarne,
Man Parrish,
Roger Hodgson,
Althea and Donna,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pylon,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.