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 Croatia 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Susan Cadogan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pulsallama,
Roxette,
Man Parrish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fire Engines,
The Wake,
One Last Wish,
The Smiths,
Adolescents,
Bang On A Can,
Scan 7,
Mantronix,
Soft Cell,
Rites of Spring,
Moebius,
Public Image Ltd.,
Schoolly D,
Sparks,
R.M.O.,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Star Department,
Sam Rivers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jeff Lynne,
ABBA,
X-101,
Bush Tetras,
Carl Craig,
In Retrospect,
The Kinks,
Darondo,
Hardrive,
Tubeway Army,
Heaven 17,
Moss Icon,
Anthony Braxton,
John Coltrane,
The Toasters,
The Martian,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jacques Brel,
The Associates,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kerri Chandler,
David McCallum,
Crime,
K-Klass,
Hoover,
Magma,
B.T. Express,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Amazonics,
Joyce Sims,
The Beau Brummels,
Fluxion,
Scrapy,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.