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 Somalia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator 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 Faust to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Moby Grape,
a-ha,
Pussy Galore,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Funky Four + One,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kenny Larkin,
Yusef Lateef,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
DJ Style,
Metal Thangz,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Deadbeat,
Das Ding,
the Soft Cell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mandrill,
Bronski Beat,
Faust,
Wings,
Visage,
Gang Starr,
Sexual Harrassment,
Matthew Bourne,
Scrapy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
X-101,
Gerry Rafferty,
Warren Ellis,
The Slackers,
Charles Mingus,
The Star Department,
Eric B and Rakim,
Patti Smith,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lower 48,
Idris Muhammad,
Flamin' Groovies,
Monolake,
Frankie Knuckles,
Stetsasonic,
Blossom Toes,
The Five Americans,
The Young Rascals,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bizarre Inc.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
ABBA,
The Durutti Column,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Sheep,
Faraquet,
Tres Demented,
Jeff Mills,
Black Moon,
FM Einheit,
Au Pairs,
The Human League,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.