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 Honduras and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Kayak to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marc Almond,
Kaleidoscope,
Au Pairs,
Yusef Lateef,
Radiohead,
Groovy Waters,
Archie Shepp,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tres Demented,
Colin Newman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Electric Prunes,
Yazoo,
Andrew Hill,
The American Breed,
Barbara Tucker,
The Trojans,
David McCallum,
Soft Machine,
The Last Poets,
Lindisfarne,
Eric Copeland,
Brothers Johnson,
Popol Vuh,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gong,
Lungfish,
Duran Duran,
Howard Jones,
Magma,
Harmonia,
Man Parrish,
Jeff Mills,
Aloha Tigers,
The Selecter,
Kayak,
Scan 7,
Lakeside,
Section 25,
Eli Mardock,
Technova,
the Soft Cell,
Matthew Bourne,
Young Marble Giants,
E-Dancer,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bob Dylan,
Kas Product,
Barrington Levy,
Guru Guru,
Girls At Our Best!,
Susan Cadogan,
Qualms,
Ornette Coleman,
Sonny Sharrock,
Porter Ricks,
Scrapy,
The Gun Club,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.