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 Congo and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Walker Brothers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Grey Daturas,
Eden Ahbez,
Scientists,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The J.B.'s,
The Happenings,
Mission of Burma,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Young Marble Giants,
The Shadows of Knight,
Interpol,
Nick Fraelich,
Quando Quango,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Leaves,
Absolute Body Control,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lyres,
Technova,
Ossler,
The Slits,
Aloha Tigers,
Sällskapet,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pet Shop Boys,
Buzzcocks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marc Almond,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Camouflage,
Von Mondo,
X-102,
Amon Düül,
The Fuzztones,
Eli Mardock,
Silicon Teens,
Cecil Taylor,
Half Japanese,
Michelle Simonal,
Organ,
Lower 48,
Amazonics,
Motorama,
Severed Heads,
Skaos,
Shuggie Otis,
The Dirtbombs,
The Names,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
June of 44,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rakim,
Nik Kershaw,
Little Man,
Ituana,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.