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 Iceland and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Big Daddy Kane to the dance 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Procol Harum,
Pierre Henry,
The Raincoats,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lucky Dragons,
Urselle,
In Retrospect,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Buzzcocks,
The Evens,
Charles Mingus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Angels of Light,
Ponytail,
Grey Daturas,
Tears for Fears,
The Residents,
Suicide,
Ronnie Foster,
The Busters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Stooges,
June Days,
Robert Görl,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bill Wells,
Negative Approach,
Section 25,
H. Thieme,
Con Funk Shun,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ituana,
Qualms,
Tubeway Army,
Interpol,
The Dirtbombs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scratch Acid,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jeff Mills,
Newcleus,
Loose Ends,
Public Enemy,
Faust,
The Last Poets,
World's Most,
Darondo,
Tres Demented,
The Music Machine,
Panda Bear,
Sound Behaviour,
Cal Tjader,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Derrick Morgan,
Duran Duran,
The Standells,
Gang of Four,
Black Bananas,
Nils Olav,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.