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 Bulgaria and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cymande,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Khruangbin,
Bush Tetras,
Scientists,
Roxy Music,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Martian,
Black Sheep,
Mantronix,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Moebius,
Funky Four + One,
Terry Callier,
Scion,
Arcadia,
The Move,
Slick Rick,
The Cure,
The Divine Comedy,
Quando Quango,
Joe Smooth,
the Human League,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Birthday Party,
Kayak,
Motorama,
The Count Five,
Lou Christie,
Chris Corsano,
Minny Pops,
Essential Logic,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Soft Cell,
Moby Grape,
Brothers Johnson,
Zapp,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dorothy Ashby,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Real Kids,
Sun City Girls,
Masters at Work,
Index,
MC5,
Freddie Wadling,
Ralphi Rosario,
Magazine,
Lower 48,
Morten Harket,
Sparks,
Black Bananas,
Clear Light,
Idris Muhammad,
Average White Band,
Robert Hood,
David Bowie,
Mad Mike,
The Knickerbockers,
This Heat,
The Gladiators,
Sex Pistols,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.