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 Seychelles and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 New Order to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Mo-Dettes,
Eurythmics,
Joensuu 1685,
Ken Boothe,
Wolf Eyes,
Freddie Wadling,
Symarip,
Little Man,
The Birthday Party,
Traffic Nightmare,
Barrington Levy,
Fad Gadget,
Warren Ellis,
Nico,
Rosa Yemen,
Max Romeo,
Andrew Hill,
Grauzone,
Kayak,
In Retrospect,
Lou Reed,
David Bowie,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
a-ha,
Dave Gahan,
Flash Fearless,
Lucky Dragons,
The Names,
Charles Mingus,
Altered Images,
Urselle,
Magma,
Bill Wells,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cheater Slicks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Moss Icon,
ABC,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gong,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hasil Adkins,
Pere Ubu,
The Mojo Men,
the Slits,
Drexciya,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Modern Lovers,
The Dead C,
the Germs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Yazoo,
Shuggie Otis,
The Velvet Underground,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.