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 Congo and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Tears for Fears to the rap 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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Wasted Youth,
The Gap Band,
Pere Ubu,
Groovy Waters,
Joe Finger,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
MDC,
Deepchord,
T. Rex,
F. McDonald,
Swans,
The Young Rascals,
Avey Tare,
Talk Talk,
X-101,
The Gladiators,
a-ha,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ten City,
Suburban Knight,
Scratch Acid,
The Smoke,
Rotary Connection,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kaleidoscope,
Scientists,
Erasure,
Desert Stars,
The Velvet Underground,
FM Einheit,
The Birthday Party,
Scan 7,
Y Pants,
Lou Christie,
Peter & Gordon,
Yaz,
Excepter,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Maurizio,
Reagan Youth,
Easy Going,
Gang Starr,
The Fugs,
Neu!,
This Heat,
Jacques Brel,
The Grass Roots,
Das Ding,
Jawbox,
Sun City Girls,
DJ Style,
Slave,
T.S.O.L.,
Ituana,
Wire,
Marvin Gaye,
Lower 48,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Searchers,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.