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 Oman and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Fat Boys to the jazz 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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Moody Blues,
Severed Heads,
The New Christs,
Lungfish,
The Victims,
The Blues Magoos,
Harmonia,
Pierre Henry,
Traffic Nightmare,
Motorama,
Erasure,
The Last Poets,
A Certain Ratio,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Outsiders,
Sparks,
The Names,
Parry Music,
Hoover,
Fear,
Sugar Minott,
UT,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Amazonics,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Monochrome Set,
Brand Nubian,
Bang On A Can,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Little Man,
The J.B.'s,
T. Rex,
Gichy Dan,
Wasted Youth,
Max Romeo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Davy DMX,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eric Dolphy,
Half Japanese,
Trumans Water,
The Dave Clark Five,
Babytalk,
The Mummies,
Rod Modell,
Aural Exciters,
Anthony Braxton,
Moss Icon,
Young Marble Giants,
Q and Not U,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Divine Comedy,
Bill Wells,
The Gap Band,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.