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 Bosnia Herzegovina 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the grunge 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Bobby Byrd,
Bush Tetras,
Joyce Sims,
Warren Ellis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sex Pistols,
Soul II Soul,
David Bowie,
Marvin Gaye,
The Blues Magoos,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
cv313,
Simply Red,
The Shadows of Knight,
Albert Ayler,
Tim Buckley,
Rekid,
Kool Moe Dee,
Masters at Work,
Rosa Yemen,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rod Modell,
Talk Talk,
The Mojo Men,
Rites of Spring,
Traffic Nightmare,
ABBA,
Groovy Waters,
Index,
Junior Murvin,
Magma,
Supertramp,
Chrome,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Happenings,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soft Machine,
Avey Tare,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Amon Düül,
Jandek,
Arab on Radar,
Interpol,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scan 7,
The J.B.'s,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Zero Boys,
Symarip,
Man Parrish,
The Raincoats,
Amon Düül II,
the Human League,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Gladiators,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.