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 Palau and from New York.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba 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 Boogie Down Productions to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys 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?
Fela Kuti,
Thompson Twins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
H. Thieme,
Niagra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Raincoats,
Boz Scaggs,
Hot Snakes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
DJ Sneak,
Fatback Band,
Malaria!,
Das Ding,
The Neon Judgement,
The Techniques,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Grey Daturas,
Royal Trux,
Half Japanese,
Public Enemy,
Chris Corsano,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Outsiders,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jeff Lynne,
Television,
Soft Cell,
Nils Olav,
Mission of Burma,
Sight & Sound,
Audionom,
Godley & Creme,
Bill Wells,
Lebanon Hanover,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sugar Minott,
David Axelrod,
The Associates,
The Golliwogs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Gap Band,
Bob Dylan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dead Boys,
AZ,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bauhaus,
Barry Ungar,
Porter Ricks,
Idris Muhammad,
Brothers Johnson,
Depeche Mode,
Cluster,
The Walker Brothers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marvin Gaye,
Brick,
Make Up,
Colin Newman,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.