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 Botswana and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar 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 Intrusion to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joe Smooth,
Lower 48,
Subhumans,
Boz Scaggs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Darondo,
Crime,
Jeff Mills,
The Pop Group,
The Dirtbombs,
Panda Bear,
Nick Fraelich,
the Normal,
John Holt,
Big Daddy Kane,
Organ,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Erasure,
Ornette Coleman,
Amon Düül,
Suburban Knight,
Monks,
John Cale,
Swans,
Judy Mowatt,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scrapy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Magma,
Das Ding,
Country Teasers,
The Misunderstood,
Lightning Bolt,
Bauhaus,
The Sound,
Charles Mingus,
The Litter,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cymande,
Whodini,
Hardrive,
The Residents,
Soulsonic Force,
Hashim,
The Offenders,
Lalann,
Thee Headcoats,
The Moody Blues,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Lydon,
The Move,
Junior Murvin,
Fatback Band,
Q65,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Slave,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.