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 Suriname and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Spandau Ballet to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Marc Almond,
Delon & Dalcan,
Spandau Ballet,
Aswad,
The Slackers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Youth Brigade,
Radiopuhelimet,
Electric Prunes,
Chris & Cosey,
Japan,
Wasted Youth,
Television Personalities,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lungfish,
a-ha,
Derrick May,
Curtis Mayfield,
Parry Music,
Gong,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Zero Boys,
Cecil Taylor,
Iggy Pop,
Lyres,
Alphaville,
Pylon,
Rosa Yemen,
Intrusion,
ABC,
Aural Exciters,
Fear,
Smog,
Cymande,
Sam Rivers,
L. Decosne,
Cameo,
Goldenarms,
kango's stein massive,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Urselle,
KRS-One,
Eric Dolphy,
The Blues Magoos,
Cal Tjader,
E-Dancer,
The Count Five,
The Barracudas,
Make Up,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Kinks,
Eurythmics,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Last Poets,
The Sonics,
Bizarre Inc.,
Roger Hodgson,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.