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 Dominican Republic and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Stereo Dub to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cameo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sällskapet,
Sandy B,
Todd Terry,
Au Pairs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Andrew Hill,
Ultravox,
Janne Schatter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ituana,
Angry Samoans,
Rosa Yemen,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bluetip,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Martian,
Rhythm & Sound,
Soft Machine,
Theoretical Girls,
Youth Brigade,
Amazonics,
Jandek,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Metal Thangz,
Newcleus,
Marmalade,
Mr. Review,
Faust,
Aaron Thompson,
the Human League,
Darondo,
Can,
The Slackers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Gap Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hardrive,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Whodini,
Absolute Body Control,
The United States of America,
Alice Coltrane,
Lou Reed,
Los Fastidios,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Slits,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Cramps,
Nick Fraelich,
The Walker Brothers,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Move,
Mission of Burma,
Audionom,
Mark Hollis,
Maleditus Sound,
Chris & Cosey,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.