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 Cyprus and from Delhi.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 the Association to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rakim,
Big Daddy Kane,
Loose Ends,
Agent Orange,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tres Demented,
Mantronix,
Nick Fraelich,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
EPMD,
Lou Christie,
Echospace,
The Residents,
The Litter,
Traffic Nightmare,
La Düsseldorf,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bootsy Collins,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jeru the Damaja,
Saccharine Trust,
Lower 48,
Avey Tare,
Scan 7,
Mark Hollis,
Frankie Knuckles,
Interpol,
Crispian St. Peters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Deadbeat,
The Golliwogs,
F. McDonald,
DNA,
X-101,
Steve Hackett,
Television Personalities,
Urselle,
Jandek,
The Mojo Men,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Flash Fearless,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sexual Harrassment,
Drexciya,
Brass Construction,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Black Dice,
Kaleidoscope,
Sugar Minott,
Rites of Spring,
Amazonics,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ultravox,
Hardrive,
The Cowsills,
Tropical Tobacco,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.