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 Macedonia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Underground Resistance,
CMW,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nirvana,
This Heat,
Derrick Morgan,
The Music Machine,
Maurizio,
Barbara Tucker,
Matthew Bourne,
Jimmy McGriff,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Johnny Osbourne,
Masters at Work,
Arcadia,
the Slits,
Excepter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Sonics,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Dirtbombs,
Popol Vuh,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Juan Atkins,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kaleidoscope,
AZ,
Althea and Donna,
Scion,
UT,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Normal,
Heaven 17,
R.M.O.,
Gil Scott Heron,
Danielle Patucci,
Sonny Sharrock,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Tremeloes,
Ronnie Foster,
Magma,
H. Thieme,
Yazoo,
The Knickerbockers,
Sound Behaviour,
Audionom,
Barry Ungar,
DJ Style,
Brick,
Jesper Dahlback,
Harpers Bizarre,
Slave,
Kurtis Blow,
Goldenarms,
Ultimate Spinach,
Albert Ayler,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.