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 Macedonia and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the dance 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Invisible,
Visage,
Todd Terry,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Section 25,
Moss Icon,
Eric B and Rakim,
PIL,
Robert Hood,
the Bar-Kays,
Spoonie Gee,
Youth Brigade,
Mandrill,
Peter and Kerry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Buckinghams,
cv313,
New York Dolls,
Barbara Tucker,
Stiv Bators,
Magazine,
Unwound,
Arthur Verocai,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Donald Byrd,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Public Enemy,
The Raincoats,
Funky Four + One,
Dark Day,
Severed Heads,
Outsiders,
The Birthday Party,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kool Moe Dee,
Camouflage,
Sexual Harrassment,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gang Starr,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
June Days,
Derrick May,
John Coltrane,
The Pretty Things,
T.S.O.L.,
Dennis Brown,
the Swans,
Harmonia,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sparks,
Matthew Halsall,
Fugazi,
The Sound,
Brand Nubian,
Howard Jones,
Tears for Fears,
Amazonics,
Suburban Knight,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.