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 Sierra Leone and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 X-Ray Spex to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood 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?
Boogie Down Productions,
Tears for Fears,
Royal Trux,
Matthew Halsall,
Spandau Ballet,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Mojo Men,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Blues Magoos,
Inner City,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Livin' Joy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Index,
Shoche,
Brothers Johnson,
Hot Snakes,
Charles Mingus,
Massinfluence,
Urselle,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Doors,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sonic Youth,
Cal Tjader,
Television Personalities,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Traffic Nightmare,
Unrelated Segments,
The Five Americans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gabor Szabo,
Ken Boothe,
Fear,
Lungfish,
The Selecter,
Soft Cell,
Arthur Verocai,
Nas,
Whodini,
Malaria!,
Archie Shepp,
The Martian,
Yaz,
Boredoms,
Sound Behaviour,
Easy Going,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sun Ra,
The Electric Prunes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Theoretical Girls,
The Neon Judgement,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joey Negro,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pole,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.