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 Ethiopia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Shoche to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Lou Christie,
Camouflage,
MC5,
X-Ray Spex,
Robert Hood,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lou Reed,
Joe Smooth,
Grandmaster Flash,
Section 25,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cymande,
Moss Icon,
Rod Modell,
Excepter,
The Moody Blues,
Blake Baxter,
Sandy B,
Peter and Kerry,
Slave,
The Fortunes,
DJ Sneak,
Wasted Youth,
The Sound,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Index,
Ultra Naté,
Joe Finger,
Kerrie Biddell,
Frankie Knuckles,
Panda Bear,
Iggy Pop,
Leonard Cohen,
Vladislav Delay,
Danielle Patucci,
Reagan Youth,
Sexual Harrassment,
Juan Atkins,
The Smiths,
Cal Tjader,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lindisfarne,
The Associates,
Q and Not U,
Pierre Henry,
Freddie Wadling,
Dual Sessions,
48th St. Collective,
Porter Ricks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ludus,
Youth Brigade,
Alphaville,
Ossler,
Franke,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Curtis Mayfield,
Warsaw,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.