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 Portugal and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum 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 Terry Callier to the dance 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Arthur Verocai,
Massinfluence,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scientists,
This Heat,
Rakim,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bang On A Can,
Deepchord,
Gang of Four,
Skriet,
The Fall,
The Barracudas,
The Stooges,
Bobby Womack,
Rekid,
Terry Callier,
Marvin Gaye,
Magma,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Soul II Soul,
Letta Mbulu,
Ossler,
Minny Pops,
Blancmange,
Carl Craig,
PIL,
The Modern Lovers,
Radiohead,
Aural Exciters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kas Product,
Jeff Lynne,
Little Man,
Quando Quango,
Morten Harket,
Chris & Cosey,
Easy Going,
Q and Not U,
Sonic Youth,
The Knickerbockers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Panda Bear,
The Monochrome Set,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Birthday Party,
The Doobie Brothers,
Circle Jerks,
Organ,
The Cramps,
Donny Hathaway,
Q65,
Nils Olav,
The Fire Engines,
New Age Steppers,
The Moody Blues,
Tres Demented,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.