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 East Timor and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Raincoats to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The United States of America,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Offenders,
Lou Christie,
Robert Wyatt,
The Sonics,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Boogie Down Productions,
LL Cool J,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
DJ Sneak,
The Leaves,
Fad Gadget,
Y Pants,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sexual Harrassment,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Vladislav Delay,
The Last Poets,
DNA,
Technova,
Crispian St. Peters,
Chris Corsano,
Pantaleimon,
Joe Finger,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Colin Newman,
ABC,
New Age Steppers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Modern Lovers,
Fela Kuti,
Nik Kershaw,
Joensuu 1685,
The Victims,
B.T. Express,
Anakelly,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Angels of Light,
Mark Hollis,
Patti Smith,
F. McDonald,
Qualms,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Isaac Hayes,
the Association,
A Certain Ratio,
Fugazi,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobby Byrd,
Bang On A Can,
The Pretty Things,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tears for Fears,
Roxette,
Funkadelic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jesper Dahlback,
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.