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 Tanzania and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 New Age Steppers to the punk 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Radio Birdman,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Smiths,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marc Almond,
Letta Mbulu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soft Cell,
The Toasters,
Saccharine Trust,
The Walker Brothers,
Magma,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Amon Düül,
Jeff Mills,
Faraquet,
the Association,
Stockholm Monsters,
Minnie Riperton,
Buzzcocks,
Mo-Dettes,
Avey Tare,
Ultravox,
Idris Muhammad,
Thompson Twins,
L. Decosne,
Ken Boothe,
Gil Scott Heron,
Agent Orange,
Qualms,
The Selecter,
Glenn Branca,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sun Ra,
Easy Going,
The Misunderstood,
The Sonics,
Accadde A,
The Slits,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Motions,
Slick Rick,
Joy Division,
Donald Byrd,
Arcadia,
T.S.O.L.,
Joensuu 1685,
Malaria!,
Susan Cadogan,
The Martian,
Interpol,
Fugazi,
The Golliwogs,
Amazonics,
The Smoke,
Matthew Halsall,
The Beau Brummels,
Morten Harket,
The Barracudas,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.