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 Madagascar and from Manila.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Smog to the techno 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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Yellowson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Unrelated Segments,
Clear Light,
Monolake,
Soft Machine,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Sonics,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Goldenarms,
The Doobie Brothers,
Thompson Twins,
Derrick May,
Skriet,
Terry Callier,
Peter and Kerry,
Stereo Dub,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crash Course in Science,
Morten Harket,
Tres Demented,
June of 44,
MC5,
Pere Ubu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Letta Mbulu,
Fela Kuti,
Brick,
The Golliwogs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Smog,
Kerri Chandler,
Easy Going,
Marc Almond,
The Black Dice,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jeff Mills,
Kenny Larkin,
Scan 7,
Buzzcocks,
Infiniti,
John Cale,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Seeds,
Electric Prunes,
The Trojans,
The Blackbyrds,
David McCallum,
New Age Steppers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tears for Fears,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jesper Dahlback,
Radio Birdman,
Television,
The Five Americans,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.