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 Hungary and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Camberwell Now to the crunk 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a linndrum 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 clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Ludus,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Tremeloes,
Bush Tetras,
The Associates,
Idris Muhammad,
Scan 7,
Thompson Twins,
La Düsseldorf,
Urselle,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fear,
Swell Maps,
The Gun Club,
Robert Wyatt,
FM Einheit,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kevin Saunderson,
These Immortal Souls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Yusef Lateef,
The Martian,
Motorama,
Soft Cell,
Cluster,
Cheater Slicks,
The Blackbyrds,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sandy B,
Connie Case,
The Misunderstood,
Soft Machine,
Jawbox,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Golliwogs,
John Coltrane,
The Zeros,
The Beau Brummels,
Marvin Gaye,
Tommy Roe,
Subhumans,
Outsiders,
Absolute Body Control,
Funky Four + One,
Colin Newman,
Boredoms,
Zero Boys,
Sound Behaviour,
The Standells,
The Detroit Cobras,
Young Marble Giants,
Bluetip,
Juan Atkins,
Theoretical Girls,
Grauzone,
Harmonia,
DJ Style,
Henry Cow,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.