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 Paraguay and from Shanghai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Zeros to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Royal Trux,
Stetsasonic,
Duran Duran,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Camberwell Now,
Average White Band,
Swell Maps,
John Coltrane,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Deepchord,
Severed Heads,
The Seeds,
Thompson Twins,
Nils Olav,
Sound Behaviour,
Camouflage,
Mo-Dettes,
DJ Sneak,
Ultimate Spinach,
Unwound,
Arab on Radar,
The Angels of Light,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Cale,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Panda Bear,
Jeff Mills,
Sexual Harrassment,
Maurizio,
Can,
Cecil Taylor,
Parry Music,
Nick Fraelich,
The Barracudas,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Khruangbin,
Second Layer,
Marshall Jefferson,
Susan Cadogan,
Lalo Schifrin,
David Bowie,
Eden Ahbez,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bluetip,
Joyce Sims,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Matthew Halsall,
Yaz,
The Victims,
Scan 7,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cal Tjader,
Donald Byrd,
Minor Threat,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sugar Minott,
The Red Krayola,
Mantronix,
The Move,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.