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 Oman and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Dirtbombs to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
the Fania All-Stars,
Connie Case,
Marshall Jefferson,
Silicon Teens,
Mark Hollis,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wings,
Iggy Pop,
Charles Mingus,
Pantytec,
The Walker Brothers,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Motions,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Curtis Mayfield,
Inner City,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kayak,
Fad Gadget,
The Evens,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mars,
Swans,
Joy Division,
Lyres,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roxy Music,
Sällskapet,
John Coltrane,
The Slits,
The Remains,
Royal Trux,
Can,
Model 500,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eli Mardock,
Agitation Free,
Sarah Menescal,
Spoonie Gee,
Boredoms,
Eurythmics,
Dennis Brown,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Essential Logic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Neon Judgement,
Japan,
Robert Hood,
Stereo Dub,
Neil Young,
the Germs,
The Slackers,
Cybotron,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kenny Larkin,
Lee Hazlewood,
Goldenarms,
Make Up,
Duran Duran,
Danielle Patucci,
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.