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 Dominica and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mark Hollis to the rap 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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Janne Schatter,
Procol Harum,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Blancmange,
Neu!,
Masters at Work,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Angry Samoans,
10cc,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Golliwogs,
Youth Brigade,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Toasters,
Clear Light,
Laurel Aitken,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cybotron,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Symarip,
Royal Trux,
Hardrive,
Moby Grape,
Terry Callier,
Scratch Acid,
Eric Copeland,
The Star Department,
Ponytail,
Kerri Chandler,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Johnny Osbourne,
OOIOO,
Rapeman,
The Gap Band,
Juan Atkins,
Agitation Free,
The Music Machine,
Dead Boys,
John Lydon,
These Immortal Souls,
Heaven 17,
X-101,
Matthew Halsall,
The Gories,
Minny Pops,
The Black Dice,
Buzzcocks,
Steve Hackett,
Franke,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kaleidoscope,
Yazoo,
The Offenders,
Con Funk Shun,
Tomorrow,
Scrapy,
Ronnie Foster,
Barrington Levy,
The Fugs,
Q and Not U,
Dave Gahan,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.