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 Houston.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 The Count Five to the crunk 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Excepter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lyres,
Au Pairs,
Circle Jerks,
Los Fastidios,
Toni Rubio,
Yellowson,
Soul II Soul,
Yusef Lateef,
Animal Collective,
Infiniti,
PIL,
Rites of Spring,
Angry Samoans,
Lou Christie,
Soulsonic Force,
Joensuu 1685,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joey Negro,
Iggy Pop,
The Stooges,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Frankie Knuckles,
Japan,
Y Pants,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tom Boy,
Barry Ungar,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Sonics,
Lungfish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marc Almond,
Aural Exciters,
Mad Mike,
Bad Manners,
Tropical Tobacco,
Arab on Radar,
Minnie Riperton,
Scott Walker,
John Lydon,
AZ,
Joe Smooth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Alison Limerick,
Ten City,
Rekid,
Jacques Brel,
Black Bananas,
Malaria!,
Smog,
The Walker Brothers,
T.S.O.L.,
Franke,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.