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 Monaco and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Michael McDonald 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 Japan to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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 Cowsills,
Make Up,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Doors,
Sandy B,
Schoolly D,
The Monks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Velvet Underground,
X-101,
Supertramp,
Avey Tare,
Cluster,
Theoretical Girls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mantronix,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Hoover,
The Sonics,
Connie Case,
the Soft Cell,
DJ Style,
Al Stewart,
Franke,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Boz Scaggs,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Vogues,
Bill Wells,
Robert Wyatt,
Terry Callier,
The Cramps,
Basic Channel,
The Raincoats,
MDC,
Guru Guru,
Leonard Cohen,
The Gories,
Sound Behaviour,
The Mojo Men,
Todd Rundgren,
The Associates,
The United States of America,
The Last Poets,
Bootsy Collins,
Average White Band,
Reagan Youth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Aloha Tigers,
Wire,
Chris & Cosey,
Mo-Dettes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Detroit Cobras,
Talk Talk,
Ludus,
The Cure,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.