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 Belize and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Martian to the jazz 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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Spandau Ballet,
Barry Ungar,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Moon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Alphaville,
Lou Reed,
Flipper,
Alison Limerick,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Henry Cow,
Ornette Coleman,
Q and Not U,
Ponytail,
Steve Hackett,
The Cramps,
Aural Exciters,
Bauhaus,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scrapy,
Davy DMX,
The Dirtbombs,
Von Mondo,
Peter & Gordon,
Yellowson,
Ohio Players,
Pierre Henry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Circle Jerks,
Groovy Waters,
Pussy Galore,
Audionom,
The Barracudas,
Y Pants,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Alarm Clocks,
Todd Terry,
Rites of Spring,
The Music Machine,
Morten Harket,
Maurizio,
Donny Hathaway,
Surgeon,
Sarah Menescal,
Glenn Branca,
8 Eyed Spy,
Laurel Aitken,
Agent Orange,
The Motions,
Brick,
The American Breed,
Gang Starr,
Warsaw,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Silicon Teens,
Gil Scott Heron,
Matthew Halsall,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cal Tjader,
Jacob Miller,
Ultra Naté,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.