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 Estonia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
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 güiro 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 Sexual Harrassment to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez 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?
Joensuu 1685,
Roxy Music,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Thee Headcoats,
Matthew Bourne,
Sun Ra,
Inner City,
Black Sheep,
Ohio Players,
Man Eating Sloth,
Janne Schatter,
K-Klass,
Jacob Miller,
Mission of Burma,
Motorama,
X-101,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Deepchord,
Eurythmics,
Radiopuhelimet,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scion,
the Human League,
the Association,
The Cramps,
Arthur Verocai,
Marine Girls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Martian,
Rotary Connection,
Delon & Dalcan,
Juan Atkins,
Pet Shop Boys,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joy Division,
Al Stewart,
John Coltrane,
Mad Mike,
Joey Negro,
Lucky Dragons,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fortunes,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Birthday Party,
David Bowie,
Yazoo,
Surgeon,
Skriet,
Pierre Henry,
The Slits,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roger Hodgson,
Eve St. Jones,
Pere Ubu,
Carl Craig,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.