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 Palau and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mary Jane Girls to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Negative Approach,
Faust,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Duran Duran,
the Normal,
Danielle Patucci,
Cecil Taylor,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Blancmange,
R.M.O.,
The Mummies,
The Martian,
The Golliwogs,
The Young Rascals,
FM Einheit,
Pet Shop Boys,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Cure,
Arcadia,
Joy Division,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Aswad,
Bobby Sherman,
Livin' Joy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marmalade,
Electric Light Orchestra,
La Düsseldorf,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wally Richardson,
Moby Grape,
The Standells,
Crispy Ambulance,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Camberwell Now,
The Invisible,
Clear Light,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Soft Cell,
Jacob Miller,
Little Man,
Main Source,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gang Green,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Tremeloes,
The Saints,
Cal Tjader,
Girls At Our Best!,
Masters at Work,
Popol Vuh,
Grauzone,
World's Most,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Dead C,
The Residents,
Au Pairs,
Unrelated Segments,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.