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 Belize and from Spokane.
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 Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron 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 David McCallum to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Sound,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scott Walker,
Nick Fraelich,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tubeway Army,
Leonard Cohen,
The Barracudas,
Slick Rick,
Section 25,
Vladislav Delay,
Amazonics,
The Durutti Column,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Pretty Things,
Royal Trux,
Kurtis Blow,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
K-Klass,
Tears for Fears,
Chris Corsano,
The Electric Prunes,
Echospace,
Don Cherry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rosa Yemen,
ABBA,
La Düsseldorf,
The Leaves,
Fatback Band,
The Moody Blues,
Dennis Brown,
The Litter,
Reuben Wilson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
X-101,
Tim Buckley,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Duran Duran,
FM Einheit,
The Techniques,
The Doors,
Television,
Sonny Sharrock,
Khruangbin,
a-ha,
Fela Kuti,
Erykah Badu,
DJ Style,
Guru Guru,
Faraquet,
Deepchord,
Warsaw,
Niagra,
Sister Nancy,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.