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 Malaysia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Swans to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Duran Duran,
Johnny Clarke,
Bang On A Can,
Grey Daturas,
Flipper,
The Stooges,
Maurizio,
Mars,
Big Daddy Kane,
Agitation Free,
Rakim,
Flash Fearless,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Oneida,
Masters at Work,
The Dave Clark Five,
Loose Ends,
Tomorrow,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dark Day,
Joy Division,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
UT,
The Victims,
Liliput,
Pole,
Popol Vuh,
Jeff Mills,
Deepchord,
Shoche,
Fatback Band,
Moby Grape,
Roger Hodgson,
Ultravox,
Ralphi Rosario,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Blancmange,
Eli Mardock,
Sam Rivers,
Franke,
Vainqueur,
The Five Americans,
ABC,
Anakelly,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gregory Isaacs,
Quando Quango,
Delta 5,
Zapp,
The Monochrome Set,
Rotary Connection,
Khruangbin,
The Dead C,
T.S.O.L.,
The Gap Band,
David McCallum,
Pere Ubu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.