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 Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Todd Terry to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Terry Callier,
Ice-T,
Boredoms,
Theoretical Girls,
Symarip,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Germs,
Deepchord,
Quantec,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Laurel Aitken,
Mars,
kango's stein massive,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Litter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gang Starr,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Flipper,
Camouflage,
Lakeside,
K-Klass,
Deakin,
Lou Christie,
June Days,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joy Division,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Monochrome Set,
Livin' Joy,
DJ Style,
This Heat,
New Age Steppers,
JFA,
Wire,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jawbox,
The Pop Group,
Liliput,
Heaven 17,
Grandmaster Flash,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rotary Connection,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Evens,
The Dirtbombs,
Eden Ahbez,
H. Thieme,
Arab on Radar,
Parry Music,
the Normal,
Gichy Dan,
Audionom,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Max Romeo,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Doors,
Eli Mardock,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.