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 London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Faust to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Man Parrish,
ABC,
Sun City Girls,
Country Teasers,
Sonic Youth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Depeche Mode,
Minny Pops,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Black Dice,
the Sonics,
Toni Rubio,
The Electric Prunes,
The Mojo Men,
Hashim,
June Days,
The Last Poets,
Grey Daturas,
Matthew Halsall,
The Monochrome Set,
The Gun Club,
Wasted Youth,
The Tremeloes,
Avey Tare,
Panda Bear,
Bob Dylan,
Qualms,
The Pop Group,
Stiv Bators,
Mr. Review,
One Last Wish,
The American Breed,
Black Moon,
Hardrive,
Crooked Eye,
Audionom,
JFA,
The Move,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Half Japanese,
The Slackers,
Joensuu 1685,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Donald Byrd,
The Vogues,
Swell Maps,
Scott Walker,
T.S.O.L.,
The Red Krayola,
Cymande,
Porter Ricks,
Boredoms,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gastr Del Sol,
Grauzone,
The Count Five,
Rosa Yemen,
Ultravox,
Max Romeo,
Sparks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.