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 Cape Verde and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum 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 Todd Terry to the dance 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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Wally Richardson,
Bauhaus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Robert Görl,
PIL,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fear,
Soul Sonic Force,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Whodini,
Gil Scott Heron,
Chris Corsano,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
cv313,
Guru Guru,
Sällskapet,
Minutemen,
The Cramps,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Zeros,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nils Olav,
The J.B.'s,
Mantronix,
Wasted Youth,
The Star Department,
The Moody Blues,
Ponytail,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Echospace,
T. Rex,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Slave,
Loose Ends,
Audionom,
The Slackers,
Motorama,
The Wake,
The Evens,
Reuben Wilson,
The Mummies,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mars,
The Invisible,
Black Flag,
Accadde A,
Lalann,
June of 44,
Josef K,
Black Moon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Livin' Joy,
Theoretical Girls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Last Poets,
Funkadelic,
Man Parrish,
R.M.O.,
DNA,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Quando Quango,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.