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 Haiti and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Procol Harum to the jazz 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Music Machine,
Infiniti,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Zeros,
EPMD,
The Fugs,
Scan 7,
Vladislav Delay,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sandy B,
Erasure,
Malaria!,
Flash Fearless,
The Stooges,
Marc Almond,
Aloha Tigers,
Davy DMX,
Angry Samoans,
Khruangbin,
Yusef Lateef,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Pop Group,
Bobby Sherman,
Fatback Band,
The Fuzztones,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Black Dice,
Wasted Youth,
Second Layer,
Talk Talk,
The Residents,
Pulsallama,
Blossom Toes,
Royal Trux,
New Age Steppers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Silicon Teens,
Accadde A,
Jerry's Kids,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Von Mondo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Peter & Gordon,
Harry Pussy,
Au Pairs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Last Poets,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joey Negro,
The Neon Judgement,
Rekid,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.