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 Iraq and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the rap 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Buzzcocks,
Panda Bear,
The J.B.'s,
Rites of Spring,
The Motions,
Lebanon Hanover,
Trumans Water,
Easy Going,
Sugar Minott,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Sonics,
Joe Smooth,
Dark Day,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Malaria!,
Smog,
Pet Shop Boys,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Animal Collective,
Gabor Szabo,
Von Mondo,
Organ,
F. McDonald,
DJ Style,
Au Pairs,
Aaron Thompson,
Kas Product,
Marc Almond,
Bobby Womack,
Connie Case,
Public Enemy,
The Doors,
The Divine Comedy,
the Swans,
Tres Demented,
Arcadia,
The Knickerbockers,
The Red Krayola,
Whodini,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
48th St. Collective,
Alton Ellis,
Soul II Soul,
Freddie Wadling,
Goldenarms,
Sarah Menescal,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mantronix,
Clear Light,
Bobby Byrd,
Mary Jane Girls,
Erykah Badu,
Donny Hathaway,
Byron Stingily,
The Human League,
Rekid,
The Buckinghams,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.