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 Sri Lanka and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Bill Wells to the crunk 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Drexciya,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Golliwogs,
The Durutti Column,
David Bowie,
The Index,
Shuggie Otis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Kinks,
Porter Ricks,
The Fuzztones,
Mark Hollis,
Wings,
Bizarre Inc.,
Arthur Verocai,
Quantec,
The Real Kids,
Fela Kuti,
The Victims,
Roy Ayers,
Prince Buster,
Black Sheep,
Glenn Branca,
Camouflage,
Tim Buckley,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Flipper,
The Zeros,
Deakin,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
China Crisis,
Loose Ends,
8 Eyed Spy,
Circle Jerks,
Eli Mardock,
Yellowson,
The Happenings,
John Coltrane,
The Star Department,
Buzzcocks,
Juan Atkins,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Faraquet,
Pussy Galore,
Danielle Patucci,
Von Mondo,
Jacques Brel,
F. McDonald,
Sällskapet,
Flash Fearless,
Sonic Youth,
Roxette,
Marine Girls,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Black Dice,
Index,
Pagans,
H. Thieme,
Carl Craig,
David Axelrod,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.