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 Mozambique and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Al Stewart to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Yazoo,
June of 44,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Swans,
Derrick May,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Crash Course in Science,
Malaria!,
Siglo XX,
Ice-T,
Massinfluence,
The Slackers,
Joyce Sims,
These Immortal Souls,
Crime,
Crispy Ambulance,
UT,
John Foxx,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gregory Isaacs,
Essential Logic,
Judy Mowatt,
Johnny Clarke,
Flamin' Groovies,
Magazine,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Piero Umiliani,
Suburban Knight,
The Neon Judgement,
Country Teasers,
Radiohead,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Yusef Lateef,
The Invisible,
Scan 7,
James Chance & The Contortions,
U.S. Maple,
Jesper Dahlback,
Supertramp,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Young Rascals,
the Bar-Kays,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Michelle Simonal,
Patti Smith,
Minnie Riperton,
Echospace,
Lucky Dragons,
The Buckinghams,
Tim Buckley,
Lungfish,
Bill Wells,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The United States of America,
Grauzone,
Isaac Hayes,
MDC,
DJ Sneak,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.