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 Ethiopia and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the disco 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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Chrome,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Model 500,
Nick Fraelich,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joensuu 1685,
Peter & Gordon,
Swell Maps,
Tears for Fears,
Scratch Acid,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Grauzone,
Warren Ellis,
The American Breed,
Grey Daturas,
Agent Orange,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Mummies,
Vladislav Delay,
Bizarre Inc.,
Absolute Body Control,
Gong,
Ronnie Foster,
Bronski Beat,
Howard Jones,
John Foxx,
The Mojo Men,
Letta Mbulu,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Althea and Donna,
JFA,
Yellowson,
Au Pairs,
Khruangbin,
Gregory Isaacs,
Stiv Bators,
Oneida,
Sugar Minott,
Maleditus Sound,
Intrusion,
Minny Pops,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Steve Hackett,
Slick Rick,
Sam Rivers,
The Associates,
Glenn Branca,
Byron Stingily,
The Blackbyrds,
Rekid,
cv313,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Amon Düül II,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Qualms,
K-Klass,
Archie Shepp,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
PIL,
The Dave Clark Five,
X-Ray Spex,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.