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 Botswana and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 David Bowie 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 Graham Central Station to the grunge 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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
K-Klass,
Cabaret Voltaire,
E-Dancer,
Monolake,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soulsonic Force,
Audionom,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pere Ubu,
The Walker Brothers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The New Christs,
Television,
Magma,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crispian St. Peters,
Moebius,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
New Age Steppers,
Siglo XX,
The Pretty Things,
Marc Almond,
Rapeman,
John Foxx,
Neil Young,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marine Girls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Slackers,
The Zeros,
Roger Hodgson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ponytail,
Avey Tare,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scrapy,
Hoover,
F. McDonald,
David McCallum,
Circle Jerks,
Kurtis Blow,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kerri Chandler,
The Toasters,
Grey Daturas,
Peter and Kerry,
Jandek,
The Move,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Inner City,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gong,
Nils Olav,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dual Sessions,
Iggy Pop,
H. Thieme,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Andrew Hill,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.