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 United Kingdom and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Skarface,
Young Marble Giants,
Model 500,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Laurel Aitken,
Nils Olav,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Mummies,
Intrusion,
Roxy Music,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Smiths,
Suburban Knight,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fugazi,
H. Thieme,
Tubeway Army,
Swans,
Camouflage,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Au Pairs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Todd Terry,
The Sonics,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Bananas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lindisfarne,
Deakin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Audionom,
Crash Course in Science,
EPMD,
The Standells,
Ultimate Spinach,
MC5,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Angels of Light,
The Sound,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Velvet Underground,
Desert Stars,
Bobby Byrd,
Rosa Yemen,
The Invisible,
Stetsasonic,
Livin' Joy,
Tom Boy,
Circle Jerks,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Beau Brummels,
Bronski Beat,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eddi Front,
Matthew Halsall,
Dave Gahan,
Nick Fraelich,
Bang On A Can,
Newcleus,
Visage,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.