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 Eritrea and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lyres to the jazz 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
cv313,
Gang of Four,
Aloha Tigers,
Symarip,
Bush Tetras,
Camberwell Now,
DJ Sneak,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobby Womack,
Sound Behaviour,
Excepter,
Albert Ayler,
The Moody Blues,
Slick Rick,
Marc Almond,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Brand Nubian,
Girls At Our Best!,
Liliput,
Frankie Knuckles,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cybotron,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Graham Central Station,
X-101,
R.M.O.,
Quantec,
The Moleskins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Intrusion,
The Blues Magoos,
Eric Dolphy,
Warren Ellis,
Alphaville,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marine Girls,
John Cale,
Smog,
Ultimate Spinach,
H. Thieme,
Crooked Eye,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Neon Judgement,
Quadrant,
The Golliwogs,
Livin' Joy,
Bobby Byrd,
Max Romeo,
LL Cool J,
Circle Jerks,
Robert Görl,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and 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.