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 Senegal and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin 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 Gerry Rafferty to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Amon Düül,
Henry Cow,
Massinfluence,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The J.B.'s,
Outsiders,
Agent Orange,
Sexual Harrassment,
X-Ray Spex,
ABC,
Swans,
Intrusion,
The Grass Roots,
Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Wyatt,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Carl Craig,
Amazonics,
The Zeros,
Goldenarms,
Bootsy Collins,
The Happenings,
Johnny Osbourne,
Technova,
The Music Machine,
ABBA,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scratch Acid,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Harry Pussy,
Sonic Youth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Altered Images,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nils Olav,
Frankie Knuckles,
Prince Buster,
Sun Ra,
Half Japanese,
Khruangbin,
the Human League,
Surgeon,
Rufus Thomas,
Minutemen,
Joe Smooth,
Chris Corsano,
JFA,
Sixth Finger,
The Last Poets,
FM Einheit,
F. McDonald,
Smog,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cluster,
Ronnie Foster,
Trumans Water,
Bluetip,
Eddi Front,
The Pretty Things,
Eric B and Rakim,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.