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 United States and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Pet Shop Boys to the rap 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Los Fastidios,
Lalann,
Marmalade,
Stereo Dub,
The Slackers,
Camberwell Now,
Shoche,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joensuu 1685,
Soft Machine,
The Five Americans,
FM Einheit,
Adolescents,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Clear Light,
Jeff Mills,
Quadrant,
Mission of Burma,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Sheep,
The Cowsills,
Bush Tetras,
Motorama,
Massinfluence,
The Durutti Column,
The Golliwogs,
Moebius,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Model 500,
Joe Smooth,
The Star Department,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jerry's Kids,
Livin' Joy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Derrick Morgan,
Chrome,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Foxx,
Peter and Kerry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
David McCallum,
Little Man,
Cal Tjader,
Sixth Finger,
Don Cherry,
Interpol,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tropical Tobacco,
Andrew Hill,
Leonard Cohen,
Howard Jones,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scan 7,
Schoolly D,
Chris & Cosey,
Michelle Simonal,
Eric B and Rakim,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.