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 Angola and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 David Bowie 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 Smoke to the techno 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Von Mondo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Underground Resistance,
Byron Stingily,
The Pretty Things,
Roy Ayers,
Mars,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Techniques,
Main Source,
Alton Ellis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ultravox,
Lou Christie,
Fela Kuti,
Erasure,
Barclay James Harvest,
Todd Rundgren,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Barrington Levy,
Stereo Dub,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kurtis Blow,
Marcia Griffiths,
Grey Daturas,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dorothy Ashby,
In Retrospect,
Cluster,
Toni Rubio,
The Gun Club,
Excepter,
Shuggie Otis,
Fear,
Young Marble Giants,
Spandau Ballet,
Cheater Slicks,
The Toasters,
The Standells,
The Cosmic Jokers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Neon Judgement,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Susan Cadogan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Procol Harum,
Mandrill,
Rosa Yemen,
The Music Machine,
Scientists,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kas Product,
the Bar-Kays,
the Sonics,
Sällskapet,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Heaven 17,
X-102,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.