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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord 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 Frankie Knuckles to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
The Gladiators,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soulsonic Force,
LL Cool J,
Public Enemy,
Anakelly,
Joe Finger,
Brothers Johnson,
Grey Daturas,
Moby Grape,
U.S. Maple,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobby Womack,
ABBA,
R.M.O.,
The Count Five,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Neil Young,
MC5,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rekid,
Brick,
Skaos,
Television,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dennis Brown,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soul II Soul,
Lindisfarne,
Crime,
Model 500,
Graham Central Station,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tears for Fears,
Spoonie Gee,
Ultravox,
New Order,
The Angels of Light,
The Beau Brummels,
Faraquet,
Darondo,
Monks,
The Victims,
the Soft Cell,
Eurythmics,
Essential Logic,
Interpol,
Crooked Eye,
Bootsy Collins,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Robert Wyatt,
Kaleidoscope,
Stereo Dub,
The Human League,
Zero Boys,
Altered Images,
the Association,
Stiv Bators,
cv313,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.