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 Kazakhstan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Shanghai.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Agitation Free to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Delta 5,
Bluetip,
Index,
Gang of Four,
This Heat,
Urselle,
The Grass Roots,
The Skatalites,
Roxette,
Lou Reed,
Carl Craig,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Human League,
Rites of Spring,
The Slits,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Circle Jerks,
Wasted Youth,
The Move,
The Index,
Mr. Review,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Soft Cell,
Gang Gang Dance,
Average White Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Bronski Beat,
Sex Pistols,
Unrelated Segments,
Young Marble Giants,
Shuggie Otis,
The American Breed,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Erasure,
Black Pus,
Minny Pops,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Red Krayola,
Jeff Mills,
the Sonics,
Qualms,
Dorothy Ashby,
JFA,
Lower 48,
Kerri Chandler,
Tim Buckley,
Radiopuhelimet,
Severed Heads,
Television,
New Order,
Rekid,
The Black Dice,
the Normal,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Cowsills,
X-101,
Mandrill,
Eric B and Rakim,
Das Ding,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tres Demented,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.