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 Guinea and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Pylon to the electroclash 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roy Ayers,
The Fall,
Lou Christie,
Kerrie Biddell,
Boz Scaggs,
Angry Samoans,
Kenny Larkin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lightning Bolt,
FM Einheit,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fugazi,
AZ,
Arcadia,
Depeche Mode,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ultra Naté,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tres Demented,
The Detroit Cobras,
Steve Hackett,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Liliput,
Niagra,
Lyres,
Minnie Riperton,
Zero Boys,
Dark Day,
Pantaleimon,
Iggy Pop,
Panda Bear,
Marcia Griffiths,
Alphaville,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Girls At Our Best!,
Vladislav Delay,
Grauzone,
Fad Gadget,
Bronski Beat,
Spoonie Gee,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mark Hollis,
Hot Snakes,
Godley & Creme,
Matthew Bourne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Isaac Hayes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nirvana,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cymande,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Reagan Youth,
L. Decosne,
Susan Cadogan,
Goldenarms,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.