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 Zimbabwe and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 David Bowie to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Derrick Morgan,
Jacques Brel,
Stetsasonic,
The Count Five,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kayak,
The Slackers,
Reagan Youth,
Aaron Thompson,
Severed Heads,
Boz Scaggs,
Schoolly D,
Skarface,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Grauzone,
The Smiths,
Gang Gang Dance,
David Bowie,
Index,
Basic Channel,
Sound Behaviour,
Television Personalities,
Technova,
Radiohead,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Stooges,
Silicon Teens,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joey Negro,
Graham Central Station,
OOIOO,
The Neon Judgement,
JFA,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Index,
The Monochrome Set,
The Martian,
The Fire Engines,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Pretty Things,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roxette,
10cc,
The Move,
The Fall,
Infiniti,
Pylon,
Can,
Tres Demented,
Bob Dylan,
Eddi Front,
Heaven 17,
the Normal,
The Associates,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.