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 Thailand and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Prince Buster to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
The Toasters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Archie Shepp,
Nas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Urselle,
Jacques Brel,
PIL,
The Gap Band,
The Victims,
Nico,
The Residents,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Junior Murvin,
Rotary Connection,
Lee Hazlewood,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soft Machine,
Banda Bassotti,
Sonny Sharrock,
Erykah Badu,
Erasure,
Dark Day,
Surgeon,
Theoretical Girls,
Monolake,
Grey Daturas,
Quando Quango,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Blancmange,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Radiohead,
June of 44,
Nation of Ulysses,
Young Marble Giants,
Tim Buckley,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tubeway Army,
The Pretty Things,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Intrusion,
The Human League,
Ice-T,
Gregory Isaacs,
Camouflage,
Jesper Dahlback,
Television,
Lucky Dragons,
Lou Christie,
Skaos,
Max Romeo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Qualms,
Animal Collective,
Funky Four + One,
The Fortunes,
The Invisible,
Saccharine Trust,
Sun Ra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.