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 Montenegro and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Tres Demented to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Qualms,
Flamin' Groovies,
Amazonics,
The Mojo Men,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hardrive,
The Busters,
Bootsy Collins,
Joensuu 1685,
Scientists,
Pantytec,
Eurythmics,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Beasts of Bourbon,
T.S.O.L.,
Siglo XX,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crispian St. Peters,
Inner City,
Sonny Sharrock,
Godley & Creme,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
LL Cool J,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Move,
The Gap Band,
Electric Prunes,
Talk Talk,
Shoche,
the Slits,
Althea and Donna,
Zapp,
Lalann,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bronski Beat,
Kas Product,
Judy Mowatt,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Urselle,
Kurtis Blow,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Agent Orange,
Scott Walker,
Gang of Four,
Gang Green,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dark Day,
Alton Ellis,
Fugazi,
The Divine Comedy,
10cc,
The Last Poets,
The Fuzztones,
Quando Quango,
Dennis Brown,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.