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 Turkmenistan and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 The Names to the electroclash 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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Monks,
Ponytail,
Dark Day,
Minny Pops,
Television Personalities,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ken Boothe,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Judy Mowatt,
Sonic Youth,
Barry Ungar,
Khruangbin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
H. Thieme,
Animal Collective,
La Düsseldorf,
Soulsonic Force,
Underground Resistance,
Flash Fearless,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jandek,
Hoover,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ice-T,
John Lydon,
The Knickerbockers,
Camouflage,
The Trojans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Yellowson,
Amazonics,
Marine Girls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fuzztones,
Yazoo,
The Selecter,
Rosa Yemen,
the Bar-Kays,
World's Most,
Kurtis Blow,
The Offenders,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Blake Baxter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gerry Rafferty,
Roger Hodgson,
The Vogues,
Slave,
Gang of Four,
Chrome,
The Young Rascals,
Easy Going,
Howard Jones,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Von Mondo,
Saccharine Trust,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.