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 Estonia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 David Axelrod to the crunk 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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Tears for Fears,
Yellowson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Organ,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bootsy Collins,
John Foxx,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
June of 44,
Lyres,
David Bowie,
Pharoah Sanders,
Glenn Branca,
Juan Atkins,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scion,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Names,
Bronski Beat,
Nils Olav,
The Tremeloes,
Kaleidoscope,
The Vogues,
These Immortal Souls,
Cecil Taylor,
Soul II Soul,
Arab on Radar,
Pere Ubu,
Hashim,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Siglo XX,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Cowsills,
Swell Maps,
The Buckinghams,
The Kinks,
Bobby Womack,
Derrick May,
Buzzcocks,
Symarip,
Soft Machine,
Lakeside,
Harry Pussy,
Section 25,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
David McCallum,
The Cure,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Janne Schatter,
Lungfish,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kas Product,
Moby Grape,
Terry Callier,
Judy Mowatt,
Depeche Mode,
Andrew Hill,
Ituana,
In Retrospect,
Absolute Body Control,
Traffic Nightmare,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.