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 Nepal and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord 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 Crooked Eye to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Popol Vuh,
London Community Gospel Choir,
ABC,
Drive Like Jehu,
Al Stewart,
Y Pants,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Crash Course in Science,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Trojans,
Michelle Simonal,
Wire,
Prince Buster,
Yazoo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marshall Jefferson,
Moss Icon,
Bobby Womack,
The Wake,
Sun City Girls,
Althea and Donna,
Jandek,
Rotary Connection,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Leaves,
Mo-Dettes,
Monks,
Pantytec,
Maleditus Sound,
Scan 7,
Radio Birdman,
Isaac Hayes,
H. Thieme,
Pharoah Sanders,
Amon Düül II,
Pere Ubu,
Zapp,
Graham Central Station,
John Coltrane,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Electric Prunes,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobby Byrd,
L. Decosne,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
June of 44,
Mark Hollis,
The Motions,
Leonard Cohen,
The Sisters of Mercy,
David McCallum,
The American Breed,
Derrick Morgan,
Cymande,
Carl Craig,
Quando Quango,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Depeche Mode,
Blake Baxter,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.