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 Peru and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum 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 Eric Copeland to the techno 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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Letta Mbulu,
Lalann,
Hasil Adkins,
The Standells,
World's Most,
Malaria!,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Modern Lovers,
Shoche,
Whodini,
Bill Wells,
The Count Five,
Groovy Waters,
Lou Christie,
Camouflage,
Jacques Brel,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joensuu 1685,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Zapp,
Peter & Gordon,
ABC,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Stereo Dub,
Nils Olav,
Neu!,
Little Man,
Alphaville,
The Blackbyrds,
OOIOO,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Pus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Flash Fearless,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gabor Szabo,
The Names,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Brick,
Curtis Mayfield,
Radio Birdman,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mary Jane Girls,
EPMD,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Procol Harum,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Techniques,
Country Teasers,
Marine Girls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lower 48,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rosa Yemen,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ice-T,
Cybotron,
Connie Case,
Matthew Halsall,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.