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 Cuba and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin 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 Main Source to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Pantaleimon,
Y Pants,
Accadde A,
Depeche Mode,
Technova,
Make Up,
Royal Trux,
Groovy Waters,
Banda Bassotti,
The Victims,
the Soft Cell,
Deepchord,
Alphaville,
The Cure,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
New Order,
Los Fastidios,
Visage,
Gichy Dan,
Oblivians,
Archie Shepp,
Simply Red,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Howard Jones,
Crime,
The Seeds,
Rotary Connection,
Chris Corsano,
Jeru the Damaja,
This Heat,
Pole,
Sexual Harrassment,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sight & Sound,
A Certain Ratio,
T.S.O.L.,
Kenny Larkin,
Rod Modell,
CMW,
Bobby Sherman,
The Saints,
Fluxion,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Morten Harket,
Bobby Byrd,
Supertramp,
Crispy Ambulance,
Girls At Our Best!,
Josef K,
Half Japanese,
The Slackers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Public Enemy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cybotron,
Rites of Spring,
Man Parrish,
Soul II Soul,
Niagra,
Ten City,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.