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 Croatia and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Derrick May to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jerry's Kids,
Siglo XX,
Amon Düül,
Funky Four + One,
Niagra,
The Leaves,
Bootsy Collins,
Dave Gahan,
A Certain Ratio,
CMW,
PIL,
Cymande,
Deakin,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Brand Nubian,
Ludus,
The Flesh Eaters,
Neu!,
Avey Tare,
Matthew Bourne,
48th St. Collective,
DNA,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Danielle Patucci,
Yellowson,
Flash Fearless,
FM Einheit,
Pulsallama,
Gang Starr,
Nick Fraelich,
Todd Rundgren,
T. Rex,
Black Sheep,
Sun Ra,
The Beau Brummels,
Peter and Kerry,
The Dead C,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Byron Stingily,
Eden Ahbez,
Basic Channel,
Mad Mike,
Ken Boothe,
Drexciya,
The Blues Magoos,
Judy Mowatt,
the Sonics,
The Count Five,
Steve Hackett,
Scratch Acid,
Spandau Ballet,
Angry Samoans,
Peter & Gordon,
Q and Not U,
Skarface,
Bobby Byrd,
Morten Harket,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.