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 Taiwan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb 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 Dual Sessions to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
48th St. Collective,
Marine Girls,
Erykah Badu,
Amazonics,
Ralphi Rosario,
Absolute Body Control,
Duran Duran,
Warsaw,
Bill Near,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Newcleus,
Japan,
Boz Scaggs,
John Lydon,
Boredoms,
F. McDonald,
In Retrospect,
Panda Bear,
Scan 7,
Marcia Griffiths,
Peter & Gordon,
Junior Murvin,
Cal Tjader,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eric Dolphy,
X-101,
Donny Hathaway,
Barry Ungar,
La Düsseldorf,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gong,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gerry Rafferty,
Alison Limerick,
Mission of Burma,
Rapeman,
Can,
The Moody Blues,
The Barracudas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rites of Spring,
Main Source,
Wire,
K-Klass,
The Standells,
Pylon,
Ronnie Foster,
Mars,
Drive Like Jehu,
Robert Wyatt,
Letta Mbulu,
Oblivians,
The Misunderstood,
Eric Copeland,
David Axelrod,
Bush Tetras,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Robert Görl,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.