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 South Sudan and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Ken Boothe to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Bluetip,
Con Funk Shun,
La Düsseldorf,
Von Mondo,
Tommy Roe,
Tubeway Army,
Average White Band,
Stiv Bators,
Freddie Wadling,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bang On A Can,
X-Ray Spex,
John Foxx,
PIL,
Pussy Galore,
Hot Snakes,
Mark Hollis,
Surgeon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eurythmics,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Crispian St. Peters,
The American Breed,
Sun City Girls,
Young Marble Giants,
The Birthday Party,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Brand Nubian,
FM Einheit,
Todd Terry,
the Sonics,
Danielle Patucci,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gastr Del Sol,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Robert Görl,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Zapp,
Kurtis Blow,
The Moody Blues,
Tres Demented,
Crime,
Rakim,
Nirvana,
The Tremeloes,
The Star Department,
Joy Division,
Graham Central Station,
Arcadia,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Desert Stars,
The Cramps,
CMW,
Robert Hood,
The Red Krayola,
the Human League,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.