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 Indonesia and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Walker Brothers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
The United States of America,
Schoolly D,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rosa Yemen,
In Retrospect,
Zero Boys,
Pagans,
Amon Düül II,
China Crisis,
Radiohead,
Soft Cell,
Unrelated Segments,
the Soft Cell,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Grass Roots,
Juan Atkins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tommy Roe,
Suburban Knight,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Peter & Gordon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
New Age Steppers,
Nils Olav,
ABBA,
One Last Wish,
Organ,
The Monks,
Rekid,
The Black Dice,
Aaron Thompson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Anthony Braxton,
Matthew Bourne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Public Enemy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Girls At Our Best!,
AZ,
Thee Headcoats,
Shoche,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Kinks,
E-Dancer,
the Association,
Kaleidoscope,
Danielle Patucci,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kurtis Blow,
Alison Limerick,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lou Reed,
The Durutti Column,
Bang On A Can,
Lungfish,
Tom Boy,
Oneida,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.