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 South Sudan and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin 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 Archie Shepp to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marine Girls,
Eric Copeland,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Mummies,
Swans,
The Moleskins,
Susan Cadogan,
The Evens,
Jandek,
The Fugs,
Guru Guru,
Cybotron,
Joey Negro,
Soulsonic Force,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Doors,
Moby Grape,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Delta 5,
Sonic Youth,
The Doobie Brothers,
Visage,
Whodini,
Judy Mowatt,
Todd Rundgren,
Motorama,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sixth Finger,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
UT,
The Five Americans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Warsaw,
Tom Boy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Prince Buster,
Eric Dolphy,
Severed Heads,
Monks,
Pulsallama,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Khruangbin,
Adolescents,
The Golliwogs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marc Almond,
Joensuu 1685,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Martian,
Malaria!,
Brand Nubian,
the Sonics,
Unwound,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Deepchord,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Erykah Badu,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.