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 South Sudan and from Woodstock.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
China Crisis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joe Finger,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Con Funk Shun,
Rakim,
Franke,
Bauhaus,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Make Up,
Slick Rick,
Roy Ayers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pole,
One Last Wish,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Happenings,
Ice-T,
The Pretty Things,
Ronnie Foster,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ultimate Spinach,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dennis Brown,
Guru Guru,
D'Angelo,
Kayak,
Liliput,
Skriet,
Main Source,
Ultravox,
Althea and Donna,
Underground Resistance,
Ossler,
Lakeside,
X-Ray Spex,
The Real Kids,
Sugar Minott,
Bob Dylan,
The Blues Magoos,
Trumans Water,
The Monochrome Set,
Smog,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
MDC,
Negative Approach,
Youth Brigade,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Desert Stars,
The Trojans,
Heaven 17,
a-ha,
DJ Sneak,
Deepchord,
June Days,
Throbbing Gristle,
Isaac Hayes,
Danielle Patucci,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.