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 Armenia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator 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 Heaven 17 to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Anthony Braxton,
Audionom,
Lee Hazlewood,
Make Up,
The Doors,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Blues Magoos,
The Kinks,
The Move,
The Tremeloes,
Second Layer,
Mark Hollis,
Andrew Hill,
the Soft Cell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Moebius,
Ornette Coleman,
Adolescents,
Faraquet,
Inner City,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joe Finger,
X-101,
Bobby Hutcherson,
June Days,
John Lydon,
The Golliwogs,
The Sound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cal Tjader,
Ronan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Alarm Clocks,
EPMD,
Japan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Susan Cadogan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Modern Lovers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bill Wells,
Depeche Mode,
Crash Course in Science,
Main Source,
Radiopuhelimet,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roxette,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tres Demented,
Piero Umiliani,
Amazonics,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Janne Schatter,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.