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 Ghana and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin 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 Lungfish to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Circle Jerks,
Slick Rick,
Piero Umiliani,
Quantec,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Section 25,
Al Stewart,
The Beau Brummels,
Nico,
Altered Images,
Ohio Players,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Popol Vuh,
Rotary Connection,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Franke,
The Wake,
Lakeside,
Sällskapet,
Colin Newman,
The Black Dice,
The Sonics,
Qualms,
Second Layer,
Cluster,
The Cramps,
Kerri Chandler,
Electric Prunes,
Y Pants,
The Techniques,
Roxette,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
David Axelrod,
Boogie Down Productions,
Brothers Johnson,
Derrick May,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Blackbyrds,
The Gap Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Barrington Levy,
The Red Krayola,
Main Source,
Magma,
Angry Samoans,
Bush Tetras,
FM Einheit,
Robert Wyatt,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ten City,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Youth Brigade,
Morten Harket,
48th St. Collective,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.