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 Cyprus and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord 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 The Young Rascals to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Ponytail,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crispy Ambulance,
Robert Hood,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lightning Bolt,
Brand Nubian,
E-Dancer,
The Victims,
Spandau Ballet,
Marc Almond,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Loose Ends,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Doors,
The Walker Brothers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jerry's Kids,
The Count Five,
Warren Ellis,
The Young Rascals,
Alton Ellis,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dave Gahan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Barclay James Harvest,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scion,
Moby Grape,
Pierre Henry,
Country Teasers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sandy B,
The Detroit Cobras,
Section 25,
Yazoo,
Mantronix,
Joyce Sims,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eddi Front,
Joey Negro,
X-102,
Kerri Chandler,
Harmonia,
Ice-T,
Desert Stars,
Soulsonic Force,
Maleditus Sound,
The Alarm Clocks,
Aaron Thompson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Television,
Delta 5,
Japan,
Rekid,
Chris Corsano,
Nas,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.