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 Samoa and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 DJ Style to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Robert Görl,
Soul II Soul,
Skriet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Glambeats Corp.,
Janne Schatter,
Blancmange,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Quantec,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Minny Pops,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kayak,
Camouflage,
Kerri Chandler,
The J.B.'s,
Magma,
PIL,
Dark Day,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Neil Young,
The Neon Judgement,
The Names,
Marmalade,
Flipper,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Star Department,
The Searchers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Morten Harket,
Yaz,
Jawbox,
The Fire Engines,
The Associates,
Josef K,
Harmonia,
Michelle Simonal,
the Soft Cell,
Slick Rick,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Barracudas,
Smog,
Johnny Clarke,
Fear,
Johnny Osbourne,
DJ Style,
Peter and Kerry,
Gabor Szabo,
Girls At Our Best!,
The American Breed,
Eric Copeland,
The Beau Brummels,
Radiopuhelimet,
Quando Quango,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Delon & Dalcan,
Banda Bassotti,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Tremeloes,
Cluster,
Marcia Griffiths,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.