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 Mongolia and from Manila.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Ponytail to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Das Ding,
Janne Schatter,
Ronnie Foster,
Arab on Radar,
The Birthday Party,
The Mummies,
The American Breed,
Glenn Branca,
Flash Fearless,
The Moleskins,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fluxion,
E-Dancer,
Tomorrow,
Jeff Lynne,
Glambeats Corp.,
Deadbeat,
The United States of America,
The Raincoats,
Robert Hood,
Livin' Joy,
the Association,
Hashim,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lou Reed,
Pantaleimon,
Dark Day,
Kool Moe Dee,
Audionom,
Erasure,
These Immortal Souls,
Brand Nubian,
Pole,
The Doors,
Tres Demented,
Bronski Beat,
Leonard Cohen,
Camberwell Now,
Deakin,
The Moody Blues,
Connie Case,
Lower 48,
Cameo,
Fat Boys,
Underground Resistance,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mantronix,
H. Thieme,
Junior Murvin,
Hasil Adkins,
Scientists,
Bill Near,
Franke,
Moss Icon,
Sandy B,
The Blackbyrds,
Niagra,
The Sonics,
R.M.O.,
Isaac Hayes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive.
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.