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 New Zealand and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Pet Shop Boys to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Siglo XX,
Kayak,
June of 44,
Patti Smith,
Kas Product,
Barbara Tucker,
Bush Tetras,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tears for Fears,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joe Finger,
Crash Course in Science,
Index,
Darondo,
Ronnie Foster,
Gang of Four,
CMW,
Parry Music,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Moody Blues,
The Buckinghams,
Malaria!,
Piero Umiliani,
DJ Style,
Mark Hollis,
kango's stein massive,
Fugazi,
The Cramps,
Maurizio,
Stockholm Monsters,
Anakelly,
Easy Going,
Jerry's Kids,
Al Stewart,
Rod Modell,
The Doors,
Lou Reed,
Bad Manners,
Robert Hood,
Excepter,
Qualms,
R.M.O.,
Bob Dylan,
Kenny Larkin,
Amazonics,
Zapp,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Little Man,
X-Ray Spex,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Country Teasers,
Lakeside,
Khruangbin,
Juan Atkins,
The Star Department,
Tropical Tobacco,
Danielle Patucci,
Soulsonic Force,
AZ,
A Certain Ratio,
Dennis Brown,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.