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 Korea North and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the funk 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Howard Jones,
Quadrant,
Gang of Four,
Leonard Cohen,
Crime,
Man Parrish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ornette Coleman,
Warren Ellis,
Junior Murvin,
Oneida,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Janne Schatter,
The Zeros,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cluster,
H. Thieme,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bronski Beat,
Hardrive,
Grandmaster Flash,
Judy Mowatt,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Khruangbin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dual Sessions,
Negative Approach,
Soul II Soul,
Rod Modell,
Sparks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Basic Channel,
the Swans,
Ten City,
Dawn Penn,
Bush Tetras,
The Real Kids,
Lakeside,
June Days,
Deepchord,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bauhaus,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jacob Miller,
The Neon Judgement,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Japan,
Black Pus,
Joyce Sims,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
MDC,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Move,
Aural Exciters,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.