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 Fiji and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bill Near to the techno 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
DJ Style,
Ronan,
Excepter,
Big Daddy Kane,
ABBA,
Sun Ra,
Grandmaster Flash,
Babytalk,
Tom Boy,
Fear,
Oneida,
Hasil Adkins,
Ultravox,
Bobby Hutcherson,
E-Dancer,
Khruangbin,
Second Layer,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Audionom,
Neu!,
The Moleskins,
The Doors,
kango's stein massive,
Nas,
Robert Görl,
Leonard Cohen,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
New Order,
X-101,
Moebius,
The Tremeloes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sarah Menescal,
Colin Newman,
Soul II Soul,
Cameo,
L. Decosne,
Bronski Beat,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Agent Orange,
Andrew Hill,
Curtis Mayfield,
DNA,
Livin' Joy,
In Retrospect,
Malaria!,
The Wake,
Altered Images,
The Music Machine,
Make Up,
Brass Construction,
The Busters,
the Normal,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Minnie Riperton,
Frankie Knuckles,
Magma,
Newcleus,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.