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 Barbados and from Hong Kong.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Piero Umiliani to the techno 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sonic Youth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Clear Light,
Eve St. Jones,
Faust,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Neon Judgement,
Soulsonic Force,
Glenn Branca,
Unrelated Segments,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scott Walker,
Franke,
Sound Behaviour,
Aswad,
Altered Images,
Metal Thangz,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marmalade,
The Move,
Fluxion,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gang Starr,
Pagans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Modern Lovers,
The Seeds,
Harry Pussy,
Skarface,
The Barracudas,
The Beau Brummels,
Tommy Roe,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Radiohead,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Los Fastidios,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nico,
Deakin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Alarm Clocks,
Chrome,
Von Mondo,
kango's stein massive,
Symarip,
Peter and Kerry,
The Wake,
Zero Boys,
the Germs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fear,
Blancmange,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Soft Cell,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.