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 Houston.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Skriet to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Surgeon,
Suburban Knight,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Seeds,
Crispian St. Peters,
Maleditus Sound,
The Cosmic Jokers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Freddie Wadling,
Whodini,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sarah Menescal,
Skarface,
Radio Birdman,
Cybotron,
The Skatalites,
Judy Mowatt,
Depeche Mode,
The Five Americans,
Main Source,
The Real Kids,
Charles Mingus,
Easy Going,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Arcadia,
Morten Harket,
Roxette,
Talk Talk,
The Standells,
Soft Cell,
kango's stein massive,
The Fire Engines,
The Mummies,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Gories,
the Soft Cell,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Delon & Dalcan,
Godley & Creme,
Heaven 17,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scratch Acid,
Crash Course in Science,
Roger Hodgson,
Malaria!,
OOIOO,
Siglo XX,
Neil Young,
Lebanon Hanover,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Unrelated Segments,
Mr. Review,
Zapp,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.