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 Bangladesh and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Motorama to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pulsallama,
Bill Wells,
Reagan Youth,
Kas Product,
Donald Byrd,
The Cramps,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rosa Yemen,
10cc,
The Cure,
Spandau Ballet,
The Walker Brothers,
Yusef Lateef,
Josef K,
Cal Tjader,
Heaven 17,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Grass Roots,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Smoke,
Fugazi,
Scott Walker,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crispian St. Peters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Judy Mowatt,
Scientists,
John Lydon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dennis Brown,
Jesper Dahlback,
Arcadia,
The Fugs,
Camberwell Now,
Theoretical Girls,
Soulsonic Force,
Scan 7,
ABC,
Darondo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Steve Hackett,
Gerry Rafferty,
UT,
Circle Jerks,
Thompson Twins,
KRS-One,
Throbbing Gristle,
Toni Rubio,
The Martian,
Grauzone,
The Moleskins,
Pierre Henry,
Alphaville,
Parry Music,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Raincoats,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mantronix,
Prince Buster,
Amazonics,
The Human League,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.