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 India and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Deepchord to the funk 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Yusef Lateef,
The Knickerbockers,
T. Rex,
The Grass Roots,
Spandau Ballet,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scott Walker,
The Music Machine,
Howard Jones,
Sonny Sharrock,
Inner City,
Crash Course in Science,
Rakim,
Electric Prunes,
Rod Modell,
Boz Scaggs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Youth Brigade,
DJ Sneak,
Echospace,
Audionom,
Pantytec,
The Moody Blues,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Unrelated Segments,
Frankie Knuckles,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Outsiders,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
X-102,
Connie Case,
Q and Not U,
Eric Copeland,
Animal Collective,
Sparks,
John Holt,
Jawbox,
Smog,
The Five Americans,
The Offenders,
Sugar Minott,
Terrestrial Tones,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Techniques,
Grey Daturas,
Ten City,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Flash Fearless,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Blancmange,
Joe Finger,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Japan,
Moss Icon,
The Flesh Eaters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.