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 Zambia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Pretty Things to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Audionom,
Silicon Teens,
The Vogues,
Motorama,
Lower 48,
Tom Boy,
Faust,
Jerry's Kids,
China Crisis,
Joe Finger,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cybotron,
The Stooges,
The Human League,
Zero Boys,
The Monks,
Youth Brigade,
Mark Hollis,
Sparks,
Circle Jerks,
KRS-One,
Byron Stingily,
The Index,
The Moleskins,
Porter Ricks,
Kurtis Blow,
Grauzone,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
U.S. Maple,
Stereo Dub,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Standells,
The Busters,
Con Funk Shun,
The Neon Judgement,
Simply Red,
The Durutti Column,
Bootsy Collins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Sheep,
Stetsasonic,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Doors,
The Smoke,
Livin' Joy,
kango's stein massive,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wire,
New Order,
Kerri Chandler,
Basic Channel,
Robert Wyatt,
Cameo,
Prince Buster,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rod Modell,
Maleditus Sound,
Camouflage,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.