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 Swaziland and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Junior Murvin 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
David McCallum,
Scan 7,
Thompson Twins,
Half Japanese,
New Order,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Babytalk,
Kaleidoscope,
The Zeros,
OOIOO,
The Divine Comedy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Parry Music,
Ornette Coleman,
Hoover,
Johnny Clarke,
Bootsy Collins,
Patti Smith,
Terrestrial Tones,
Q and Not U,
Roxy Music,
Jesper Dahlback,
Quantec,
Brick,
The Smiths,
The Birthday Party,
Gerry Rafferty,
Severed Heads,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Buckinghams,
Icehouse,
Newcleus,
Judy Mowatt,
Deakin,
Kas Product,
Amazonics,
Erasure,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Selecter,
The Moody Blues,
Yaz,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tom Boy,
Motorama,
The Happenings,
Prince Buster,
Warren Ellis,
Tears for Fears,
John Cale,
Qualms,
Godley & Creme,
The Motions,
Idris Muhammad,
Das Ding,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Bar-Kays,
Fela Kuti,
The Doors,
Chrome,
Unwound,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.