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 Zambia 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare 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 Sonic Youth to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Maurizio,
Laurel Aitken,
Von Mondo,
Graham Central Station,
Ponytail,
Jacques Brel,
Pierre Henry,
Sun City Girls,
Michelle Simonal,
Aaron Thompson,
Make Up,
Arcadia,
The Smiths,
Bauhaus,
the Bar-Kays,
Moebius,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dual Sessions,
The American Breed,
Visage,
Archie Shepp,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Alice Coltrane,
Q and Not U,
Sonic Youth,
Harry Pussy,
Yaz,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scion,
Skarface,
Ice-T,
Anakelly,
Bluetip,
Deakin,
Minny Pops,
Scientists,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Steve Hackett,
Soulsonic Force,
Thompson Twins,
10cc,
Leonard Cohen,
The Birthday Party,
The Last Poets,
Duran Duran,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Television Personalities,
Sarah Menescal,
Neil Young,
Patti Smith,
Cal Tjader,
Ultravox,
Altered Images,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Siglo XX,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Henry Cow,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.