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 Cameroon and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Tropical Tobacco to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
CMW,
Johnny Osbourne,
Qualms,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mandrill,
Lindisfarne,
Albert Ayler,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eli Mardock,
X-102,
Chris & Cosey,
DJ Style,
Vladislav Delay,
Newcleus,
Model 500,
Delta 5,
Pantytec,
Massinfluence,
Nik Kershaw,
H. Thieme,
Traffic Nightmare,
Babytalk,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pharoah Sanders,
Darondo,
The Count Five,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Smiths,
Magma,
The Alarm Clocks,
R.M.O.,
Bad Manners,
Tropical Tobacco,
June of 44,
Ronan,
Unrelated Segments,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
One Last Wish,
Goldenarms,
Alphaville,
Bang On A Can,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pussy Galore,
K-Klass,
Subhumans,
Piero Umiliani,
The Wake,
Von Mondo,
The Dead C,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Symarip,
Aloha Tigers,
China Crisis,
Lebanon Hanover,
Echospace,
The Residents,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Boredoms,
Eric Dolphy,
Agent Orange,
New Age Steppers,
Kenny Larkin,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.