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 Tajikistan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 K-Klass to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Monks,
Mad Mike,
ABC,
Glambeats Corp.,
Man Eating Sloth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nik Kershaw,
Scratch Acid,
Maleditus Sound,
Saccharine Trust,
Skaos,
Joy Division,
Joe Smooth,
The Detroit Cobras,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Interpol,
Arthur Verocai,
Unwound,
Fluxion,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The United States of America,
New York Dolls,
48th St. Collective,
John Holt,
The Cowsills,
UT,
These Immortal Souls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sam Rivers,
Bush Tetras,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Brothers Johnson,
The Five Americans,
Moebius,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jandek,
Faraquet,
Althea and Donna,
Whodini,
Sound Behaviour,
Q65,
E-Dancer,
Marc Almond,
Second Layer,
Pulsallama,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Moody Blues,
Dark Day,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Coltrane,
Sarah Menescal,
Erasure,
David Bowie,
JFA,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.