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 Germany 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Michael McDonald 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 Groovy Waters to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eli Mardock,
Connie Case,
Robert Görl,
Junior Murvin,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Evens,
Main Source,
Vladislav Delay,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Duran Duran,
Tears for Fears,
Cheater Slicks,
In Retrospect,
Bill Near,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Fuzztones,
Tom Boy,
Roxette,
Intrusion,
Dennis Brown,
Bill Wells,
Tres Demented,
Pagans,
kango's stein massive,
Pantaleimon,
Camberwell Now,
Deadbeat,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Smoke,
Matthew Bourne,
Animal Collective,
The Gladiators,
The Shadows of Knight,
OOIOO,
Funky Four + One,
Funkadelic,
Flash Fearless,
Siglo XX,
Nils Olav,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ultra Naté,
Heaven 17,
Stereo Dub,
Yellowson,
Mantronix,
The Associates,
Dead Boys,
Lucky Dragons,
Johnny Clarke,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Divine Comedy,
Aural Exciters,
Hoover,
Brand Nubian,
Eden Ahbez,
The Sound,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.