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 Tunisia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Edmonton.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Jeff Mills to the grime 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Can,
Skaos,
Janne Schatter,
Q and Not U,
CMW,
Aaron Thompson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mr. Review,
The Five Americans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gang Green,
Harmonia,
The Offenders,
Crash Course in Science,
The Buckinghams,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scratch Acid,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gichy Dan,
The Modern Lovers,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Blackbyrds,
Altered Images,
Fat Boys,
The Remains,
Warren Ellis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soft Cell,
New Age Steppers,
The Electric Prunes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mad Mike,
Ice-T,
Monks,
Interpol,
Fatback Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Peter & Gordon,
The Standells,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Saccharine Trust,
Marine Girls,
Wolf Eyes,
Quando Quango,
Soulsonic Force,
Flipper,
Anthony Braxton,
Todd Rundgren,
Quadrant,
Rhythm & Sound,
Yazoo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fugs,
Rites of Spring,
Grandmaster Flash,
X-102,
K-Klass,
Procol Harum,
Moby Grape,
Ken Boothe,
Henry Cow,
The Kinks,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.