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 Montenegro and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 Robert Hood to the punk 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Con Funk Shun,
Jawbox,
Deadbeat,
The Slackers,
The Count Five,
Pylon,
Bill Wells,
Roy Ayers,
Sight & Sound,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Essential Logic,
Blancmange,
Youth Brigade,
Carl Craig,
New Age Steppers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dual Sessions,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mad Mike,
cv313,
Bronski Beat,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bootsy Collins,
Letta Mbulu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Negative Approach,
Jesper Dahlback,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Bluetip,
R.M.O.,
the Human League,
Organ,
Althea and Donna,
Sugar Minott,
June Days,
Rhythm & Sound,
Grey Daturas,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sister Nancy,
The Vogues,
Royal Trux,
The Durutti Column,
Newcleus,
Nick Fraelich,
Amazonics,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Max Romeo,
Mantronix,
Be Bop Deluxe,
E-Dancer,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joensuu 1685,
New Order,
Livin' Joy,
Arcadia,
Marvin Gaye,
Duran Duran,
Quadrant,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.