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 Korea North and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 the Germs to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
ABC,
The Music Machine,
Mo-Dettes,
Roxette,
Marmalade,
Minor Threat,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lungfish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Quadrant,
Quantec,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Saccharine Trust,
June of 44,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Unrelated Segments,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Outsiders,
Slick Rick,
kango's stein massive,
Grauzone,
Freddie Wadling,
Amazonics,
Malaria!,
The Index,
Alice Coltrane,
Aswad,
Symarip,
Lindisfarne,
Easy Going,
Amon Düül,
Avey Tare,
David Bowie,
The Victims,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fugs,
The Doors,
Main Source,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Residents,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Index,
The Neon Judgement,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Glambeats Corp.,
E-Dancer,
The Evens,
Bobby Sherman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Remains,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joey Negro,
Underground Resistance,
Andrew Hill,
The Blues Magoos,
Parry Music,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.