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 Turkmenistan and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Moody Blues to the punk 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Kayak,
Amon Düül II,
Janne Schatter,
Warsaw,
Gastr Del Sol,
Grey Daturas,
The Tremeloes,
Leonard Cohen,
Liliput,
Sun Ra,
Parry Music,
Amazonics,
The Slits,
Danielle Patucci,
Interpol,
Monolake,
Q65,
Fat Boys,
T.S.O.L.,
Trumans Water,
Aloha Tigers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Theoretical Girls,
Warren Ellis,
Quadrant,
Alison Limerick,
Big Daddy Kane,
Magma,
Roxette,
Joe Finger,
Unwound,
Ice-T,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Names,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Chrome,
Kaleidoscope,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jacques Brel,
Camouflage,
Eurythmics,
Bootsy Collins,
The Smiths,
The Gap Band,
The Real Kids,
Toni Rubio,
Whodini,
Lucky Dragons,
Mandrill,
Crash Course in Science,
Ohio Players,
Spandau Ballet,
UT,
Hashim,
The Zeros,
Panda Bear,
Kerri Chandler,
Gil Scott Heron,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.