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 Romania and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb 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 The Happenings to the crunk 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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a synthesizer 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 theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Leonard Cohen,
The Busters,
Warren Ellis,
Kayak,
Guru Guru,
Fela Kuti,
Panda Bear,
Nils Olav,
Scientists,
Sällskapet,
One Last Wish,
Jacques Brel,
The Moody Blues,
Swell Maps,
Wire,
Skarface,
Amon Düül II,
The Slits,
ABBA,
New Order,
Pylon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Average White Band,
Motorama,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Music Machine,
MDC,
Tomorrow,
Ituana,
The Real Kids,
Jeff Mills,
Robert Hood,
X-Ray Spex,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Peter and Kerry,
K-Klass,
Sound Behaviour,
Moebius,
The Moleskins,
Curtis Mayfield,
cv313,
The Leaves,
48th St. Collective,
a-ha,
Talk Talk,
U.S. Maple,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scratch Acid,
Eric B and Rakim,
Chrome,
Bizarre Inc.,
Matthew Bourne,
Althea and Donna,
Scott Walker,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cal Tjader,
Thompson Twins,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.