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 Cambodia and from Johannesburg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
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 mellotron 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 Black Sheep to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Oneida,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Index,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Happenings,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scrapy,
Procol Harum,
The Monochrome Set,
Q and Not U,
The Alarm Clocks,
Porter Ricks,
Lungfish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Bananas,
Donald Byrd,
Arcadia,
New Age Steppers,
The Star Department,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ultravox,
Kerri Chandler,
Rosa Yemen,
Minny Pops,
Monks,
Isaac Hayes,
Neil Young,
John Cale,
Gil Scott Heron,
Byron Stingily,
Blossom Toes,
The Associates,
China Crisis,
Massinfluence,
Dawn Penn,
Alison Limerick,
Quadrant,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tres Demented,
Man Parrish,
PIL,
the Association,
Sparks,
Sun Ra,
Khruangbin,
Blake Baxter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Severed Heads,
Fluxion,
Drexciya,
Cameo,
Nik Kershaw,
Slave,
Stiv Bators,
Leonard Cohen,
Circle Jerks,
Excepter,
U.S. Maple,
Ken Boothe,
Prince Buster,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.