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 Tonga and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes 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 The Human League to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
The Fall,
Tears for Fears,
Stiv Bators,
DNA,
Scratch Acid,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Alice Coltrane,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sam Rivers,
Sun City Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mr. Review,
Morten Harket,
Altered Images,
Thee Headcoats,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rhythm & Sound,
Accadde A,
Colin Newman,
Sparks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Visage,
The Invisible,
Roxy Music,
Nirvana,
Ultravox,
Bootsy Collins,
Fela Kuti,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Shadows of Knight,
Au Pairs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Crispian St. Peters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Icehouse,
Graham Central Station,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pylon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Funkadelic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bluetip,
Yazoo,
Barry Ungar,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Dead C,
Lou Christie,
Simply Red,
Cheater Slicks,
the Bar-Kays,
Qualms,
Cluster,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.