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 Cyprus and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Mad Mike,
Ultimate Spinach,
Aaron Thompson,
The Evens,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lungfish,
Kevin Saunderson,
David McCallum,
Animal Collective,
Deakin,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Holt,
Radio Birdman,
Fela Kuti,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fear,
The Barracudas,
Surgeon,
Roy Ayers,
Tubeway Army,
Blancmange,
Stiv Bators,
The Moody Blues,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fugazi,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Subhumans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Maurizio,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Electric Prunes,
Circle Jerks,
Grauzone,
Q and Not U,
Crooked Eye,
Vladislav Delay,
Absolute Body Control,
Saccharine Trust,
John Foxx,
Infiniti,
Steve Hackett,
The Real Kids,
Gong,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Porter Ricks,
One Last Wish,
R.M.O.,
Harmonia,
Godley & Creme,
Whodini,
Sun City Girls,
The Monks,
Amazonics,
Bauhaus,
The Mummies,
Skriet,
Moss Icon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jeff Mills,
Symarip,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
E-Dancer,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.