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 Croatia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Beijing.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The New Christs to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Angels of Light,
Howard Jones,
The Knickerbockers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Steve Hackett,
Amazonics,
Radiohead,
Aswad,
cv313,
The Searchers,
The Slits,
Interpol,
Harpers Bizarre,
Chris & Cosey,
Symarip,
Brothers Johnson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Thee Headcoats,
Maleditus Sound,
The Dead C,
DJ Style,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kurtis Blow,
Liliput,
These Immortal Souls,
The Pretty Things,
Kerri Chandler,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marc Almond,
Cluster,
Surgeon,
Arthur Verocai,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Raincoats,
Lakeside,
Dennis Brown,
The Gories,
K-Klass,
Desert Stars,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gang Green,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Television Personalities,
Sound Behaviour,
Curtis Mayfield,
Das Ding,
Mary Jane Girls,
Goldenarms,
Lucky Dragons,
Oblivians,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
kango's stein massive,
Masters at Work,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Stetsasonic,
48th St. Collective,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.