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 Cape Verde and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 The J.B.'s to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
cv313,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ornette Coleman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Accadde A,
MDC,
Boredoms,
Pantytec,
Nick Fraelich,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Con Funk Shun,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Unrelated Segments,
Mo-Dettes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Technova,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jesper Dahlback,
Youth Brigade,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
ABC,
Soft Machine,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Motions,
The Walker Brothers,
Erykah Badu,
Pere Ubu,
Magma,
Oblivians,
Todd Rundgren,
The Busters,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dorothy Ashby,
World's Most,
The Music Machine,
Dead Boys,
Babytalk,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Cure,
Saccharine Trust,
DNA,
Leonard Cohen,
Public Image Ltd.,
Index,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eve St. Jones,
Stetsasonic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
John Coltrane,
Avey Tare,
The Associates,
John Holt,
8 Eyed Spy,
June of 44,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sonny Sharrock,
Groovy Waters,
Fluxion,
Stockholm Monsters,
Agent Orange,
Janne Schatter,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.