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 Guinea-Bissau and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Roger Hodgson to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Black Bananas,
Jawbox,
Black Sheep,
Sixth Finger,
Desert Stars,
Matthew Bourne,
the Normal,
Sound Behaviour,
Echospace,
Qualms,
Jerry's Kids,
Parry Music,
Chrome,
Kerri Chandler,
The Real Kids,
Jerry Gold Smith,
David Bowie,
Kurtis Blow,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Aloha Tigers,
LL Cool J,
The Doors,
Radiohead,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soulsonic Force,
The Sound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Boredoms,
MDC,
Wolf Eyes,
Outsiders,
Infiniti,
Joy Division,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tim Buckley,
Crime,
Gabor Szabo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
UT,
E-Dancer,
Au Pairs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pierre Henry,
Pagans,
The Gun Club,
Marine Girls,
Rotary Connection,
Q and Not U,
Panda Bear,
James Chance & The Contortions,
H. Thieme,
Robert Hood,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Subhumans,
cv313,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.