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 Belgium and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Terrestrial Tones to the disco 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Judy Mowatt,
Pole,
Lower 48,
Crash Course in Science,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Neu!,
Ultra Naté,
Unwound,
Sarah Menescal,
Fear,
Fela Kuti,
Smog,
FM Einheit,
Malaria!,
Donald Byrd,
The Real Kids,
Duran Duran,
Q and Not U,
The Barracudas,
Grey Daturas,
Rakim,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Loose Ends,
cv313,
Ultravox,
Johnny Clarke,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Count Five,
Sister Nancy,
Lou Christie,
The Dead C,
Urselle,
Eddi Front,
Cheater Slicks,
E-Dancer,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
ABC,
Isaac Hayes,
Thee Headcoats,
Delon & Dalcan,
Albert Ayler,
Hasil Adkins,
Fad Gadget,
The Gun Club,
Model 500,
Quando Quango,
Altered Images,
Moebius,
Ponytail,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Half Japanese,
The Fuzztones,
KRS-One,
Dennis Brown,
Jeff Lynne,
Flash Fearless,
The Sound,
Outsiders,
The Smiths,
The Star Department,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Agent Orange,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.