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 Senegal and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord 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 The Dead C to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
The Neon Judgement,
The Index,
Camouflage,
Country Teasers,
Dave Gahan,
Technova,
Marine Girls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Half Japanese,
Bush Tetras,
Suicide,
Susan Cadogan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Sonics,
Fluxion,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Minnie Riperton,
Tomorrow,
Chrome,
Wings,
Spoonie Gee,
David Axelrod,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Model 500,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Divine Comedy,
AZ,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Das Ding,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Godley & Creme,
Average White Band,
Black Pus,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Pop Group,
The Move,
Brothers Johnson,
Warren Ellis,
Animal Collective,
The Gladiators,
The Zeros,
Al Stewart,
Fear,
The Happenings,
Gichy Dan,
The Residents,
Sparks,
Pole,
Excepter,
U.S. Maple,
LL Cool J,
Intrusion,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Trojans,
48th St. Collective,
The Moody Blues,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Swans,
Blancmange,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.