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 Uruguay and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Maurizio to the dance 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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Royal Trux,
Jimmy McGriff,
Von Mondo,
Scan 7,
The Sonics,
The Human League,
Glenn Branca,
Marvin Gaye,
Goldenarms,
OOIOO,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Throbbing Gristle,
Basic Channel,
Loose Ends,
New Order,
The Residents,
Prince Buster,
Hardrive,
Absolute Body Control,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Public Enemy,
Mandrill,
Don Cherry,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bill Near,
Radiopuhelimet,
Reagan Youth,
Minutemen,
Television Personalities,
Gang Green,
Lyres,
Easy Going,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Star Department,
Pantaleimon,
Cecil Taylor,
Rosa Yemen,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
DNA,
Shuggie Otis,
Echospace,
Kayak,
Country Teasers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Cale,
Cameo,
Radiohead,
Harry Pussy,
Camberwell Now,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Slits,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Michelle Simonal,
the Soft Cell,
The Music Machine,
Buzzcocks,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.