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 Iran and from London.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Subhumans 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
The Walker Brothers,
Mandrill,
Ronnie Foster,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dave Gahan,
Bad Manners,
Nas,
Roy Ayers,
Wire,
E-Dancer,
Hasil Adkins,
Eddi Front,
Ronan,
Joyce Sims,
Warsaw,
Bobby Byrd,
This Heat,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
DJ Style,
Vladislav Delay,
Porter Ricks,
UT,
Reuben Wilson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jawbox,
Banda Bassotti,
Rufus Thomas,
The Divine Comedy,
Susan Cadogan,
Rosa Yemen,
The Cowsills,
Electric Prunes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scientists,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kayak,
Andrew Hill,
Roxette,
Bootsy Collins,
Siglo XX,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Amon Düül II,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Seeds,
Roxy Music,
Flamin' Groovies,
The United States of America,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Skatalites,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Johnny Clarke,
Pierre Henry,
The Black Dice,
Camberwell Now,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
K-Klass,
Hardrive,
Marshall Jefferson,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.