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 Saudi Arabia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Al Stewart to the disco 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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantaleimon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
The Music Machine,
Eurythmics,
Ituana,
Scott Walker,
The Dirtbombs,
The Selecter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Trumans Water,
CMW,
Eden Ahbez,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kool Moe Dee,
Roxy Music,
Simply Red,
Zapp,
Technova,
The Gories,
Pylon,
Sällskapet,
Reuben Wilson,
The Saints,
Ultravox,
The Five Americans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nirvana,
Shoche,
Leonard Cohen,
Circle Jerks,
Ice-T,
Jesper Dahlback,
Franke,
the Human League,
Babytalk,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tommy Roe,
Skriet,
Livin' Joy,
Jeff Mills,
Gabor Szabo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ornette Coleman,
Man Parrish,
Gang Green,
Scratch Acid,
ABC,
Faraquet,
Audionom,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Danielle Patucci,
The Happenings,
Easy Going,
Magazine,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eric Copeland,
Spandau Ballet,
Chris & Cosey,
Deakin,
Bluetip,
Vainqueur,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.