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 Equatorial Guinea and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb 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 Pet Shop Boys 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Soulsonic Force,
Jeff Mills,
Eden Ahbez,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Techniques,
Idris Muhammad,
The Knickerbockers,
Delta 5,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Searchers,
Harmonia,
The Motions,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Section 25,
Oblivians,
Pantytec,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Neon Judgement,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Inner City,
Todd Rundgren,
Faust,
Vladislav Delay,
FM Einheit,
Organ,
Alison Limerick,
Rotary Connection,
Sister Nancy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Connie Case,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Aural Exciters,
Eurythmics,
Ten City,
The Sound,
Moby Grape,
Nik Kershaw,
Icehouse,
Saccharine Trust,
Panda Bear,
Marvin Gaye,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Porter Ricks,
Jawbox,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Vogues,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Erykah Badu,
Y Pants,
Davy DMX,
Henry Cow,
Don Cherry,
UT,
Unwound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tubeway Army,
David McCallum,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fluxion,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.