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 Gabon and from Stockholm.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Motorama to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
The Motions,
The Divine Comedy,
Rosa Yemen,
Terrestrial Tones,
China Crisis,
Shuggie Otis,
Yellowson,
Erasure,
Reuben Wilson,
The Trojans,
Monks,
Infiniti,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cameo,
U.S. Maple,
Newcleus,
Kaleidoscope,
The Slits,
Kerri Chandler,
Franke,
Sixth Finger,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Barrington Levy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cluster,
Steve Hackett,
H. Thieme,
The Human League,
Metal Thangz,
The Moody Blues,
Roxette,
Jacob Miller,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Maurizio,
Faraquet,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lucky Dragons,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fela Kuti,
Soft Cell,
Matthew Halsall,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jandek,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Moby Grape,
Lalann,
Charles Mingus,
Wings,
Das Ding,
Moss Icon,
Minny Pops,
Au Pairs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
In Retrospect,
Aural Exciters,
Erykah Badu,
Camberwell Now,
Junior Murvin,
These Immortal Souls,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.