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 Moldova and from Winnipeg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe 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 Joyce Sims to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Panda Bear,
Lightning Bolt,
the Bar-Kays,
Simply Red,
Ultimate Spinach,
OOIOO,
The Offenders,
Ludus,
Patti Smith,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Red Krayola,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crime,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Spoonie Gee,
The Young Rascals,
Connie Case,
Mr. Review,
Howard Jones,
Harry Pussy,
FM Einheit,
Bang On A Can,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ornette Coleman,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dennis Brown,
Jandek,
Lalann,
Erykah Badu,
L. Decosne,
Funky Four + One,
Main Source,
Buzzcocks,
The Barracudas,
Sixth Finger,
Whodini,
The Pretty Things,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hashim,
Jeff Mills,
Lalo Schifrin,
Matthew Bourne,
Laurel Aitken,
The Standells,
Bobby Sherman,
Wolf Eyes,
Minnie Riperton,
Babytalk,
Gang of Four,
Groovy Waters,
Cameo,
Suicide,
This Heat,
Peter and Kerry,
Todd Terry,
Don Cherry,
Unwound,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.