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 Venezuela and from New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare 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 Marine Girls to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Von Mondo,
Suburban Knight,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Saints,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Brick,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Donald Byrd,
Basic Channel,
Bronski Beat,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Stereo Dub,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Moleskins,
Skarface,
Mandrill,
Mary Jane Girls,
Aaron Thompson,
Underground Resistance,
Nils Olav,
The Associates,
Monks,
The Selecter,
Letta Mbulu,
Joy Division,
Crispian St. Peters,
Althea and Donna,
Pylon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Buzzcocks,
Eden Ahbez,
Rekid,
the Soft Cell,
Silicon Teens,
Half Japanese,
Ossler,
Mad Mike,
Chris & Cosey,
Harry Pussy,
Peter and Kerry,
Gang Gang Dance,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sixth Finger,
Erasure,
Junior Murvin,
Warren Ellis,
Tim Buckley,
New York Dolls,
Cybotron,
Robert Hood,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bob Dylan,
The Velvet Underground,
Maurizio,
These Immortal Souls,
Lou Reed,
Fad Gadget,
Trumans Water,
Jacques Brel,
The Evens,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.