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 Bhutan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the snare 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 Television Personalities to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Pantaleimon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gang Starr,
the Sonics,
E-Dancer,
Jandek,
Matthew Bourne,
EPMD,
Quando Quango,
John Cale,
Parry Music,
Spandau Ballet,
Bizarre Inc.,
New Age Steppers,
Wasted Youth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Zero Boys,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mission of Burma,
X-Ray Spex,
John Foxx,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Names,
Skarface,
Kayak,
The Leaves,
Camberwell Now,
Groovy Waters,
D'Angelo,
The Monks,
Pierre Henry,
The Electric Prunes,
The Music Machine,
Howard Jones,
Rod Modell,
Moss Icon,
Moby Grape,
Scott Walker,
Rotary Connection,
Pharoah Sanders,
10cc,
Scion,
Icehouse,
Thompson Twins,
David Bowie,
Byron Stingily,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Moody Blues,
Harry Pussy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Metal Thangz,
Roger Hodgson,
Joyce Sims,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.