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 Haiti and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes 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 Fluxion to the rock 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Hashim,
Neil Young,
Reuben Wilson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Faust,
Duran Duran,
Nik Kershaw,
The Seeds,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Radiohead,
Max Romeo,
Yazoo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joey Negro,
Eddi Front,
The Trojans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dead Boys,
Boogie Down Productions,
Erykah Badu,
Aloha Tigers,
New York Dolls,
Henry Cow,
Make Up,
Goldenarms,
Half Japanese,
The Golliwogs,
Anakelly,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dual Sessions,
Funky Four + One,
the Sonics,
Mark Hollis,
Moby Grape,
The Gories,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ronan,
Maleditus Sound,
PIL,
Kaleidoscope,
Todd Terry,
Black Bananas,
The Mojo Men,
Kurtis Blow,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Quando Quango,
Flash Fearless,
The Saints,
Stetsasonic,
Rod Modell,
Johnny Osbourne,
Vainqueur,
The Fortunes,
Soulsonic Force,
Das Ding,
Tommy Roe,
Reagan Youth,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Slits,
David Bowie,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.