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 Senegal and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Cybotron to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Warsaw,
Janne Schatter,
The Flesh Eaters,
Donny Hathaway,
Von Mondo,
B.T. Express,
Ituana,
The Vogues,
Siglo XX,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Khruangbin,
Theoretical Girls,
The Standells,
Kerri Chandler,
Pierre Henry,
Ludus,
Mad Mike,
Terry Callier,
Los Fastidios,
Freddie Wadling,
The Birthday Party,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sound Behaviour,
Barclay James Harvest,
Audionom,
The Cosmic Jokers,
cv313,
Eli Mardock,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Germs,
The Skatalites,
Harpers Bizarre,
Accadde A,
Davy DMX,
Swans,
Outsiders,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fugs,
Harry Pussy,
Alphaville,
June Days,
Vladislav Delay,
Camouflage,
Scientists,
Thompson Twins,
Cluster,
The United States of America,
The Doors,
ABBA,
Nils Olav,
Black Moon,
Bang On A Can,
Mark Hollis,
The Raincoats,
Deakin,
Spandau Ballet,
Eric B and Rakim,
Panda Bear,
The Searchers,
Gong,
Yellowson,
Ohio Players,
David Axelrod,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.