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 Kosovo and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Marvin Gaye,
Roger Hodgson,
Quadrant,
Suicide,
Arthur Verocai,
T. Rex,
Scratch Acid,
Scientists,
Rod Modell,
Joyce Sims,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Peter and Kerry,
Pierre Henry,
Depeche Mode,
Vladislav Delay,
Second Layer,
Frankie Knuckles,
Simply Red,
OOIOO,
Robert Görl,
Alphaville,
U.S. Maple,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Y Pants,
Urselle,
Talk Talk,
The Residents,
the Germs,
Qualms,
Duran Duran,
Mandrill,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
New Age Steppers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kenny Larkin,
James White and The Blacks,
AZ,
Jacques Brel,
The Raincoats,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
DNA,
Kerrie Biddell,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lyres,
Todd Rundgren,
Ralphi Rosario,
ABC,
The Smiths,
Lakeside,
Dave Gahan,
Skaos,
Archie Shepp,
The Cure,
Wings,
Matthew Bourne,
Don Cherry,
Lindisfarne,
Ronnie Foster,
Camouflage,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.