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 Greece and from New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Parry Music to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ossler,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Desert Stars,
Alphaville,
Gong,
Piero Umiliani,
Funky Four + One,
The Offenders,
Malaria!,
Unwound,
Cameo,
X-101,
Nik Kershaw,
Goldenarms,
Reagan Youth,
The Sound,
Prince Buster,
The Move,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Red Krayola,
The Count Five,
Bobby Womack,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Derrick May,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Theoretical Girls,
Joey Negro,
Harmonia,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Sonics,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lalann,
Alton Ellis,
Matthew Bourne,
Cluster,
The Human League,
the Slits,
kango's stein massive,
Dave Gahan,
Arab on Radar,
H. Thieme,
Gastr Del Sol,
AZ,
Chris Corsano,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Radiohead,
Lou Christie,
Royal Trux,
Graham Central Station,
Barclay James Harvest,
Monolake,
8 Eyed Spy,
Audionom,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ohio Players,
Hoover,
Mad Mike,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.