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 Sri Lanka and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Joe Smooth to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Desert Stars,
Rotary Connection,
Eve St. Jones,
Babytalk,
Masters at Work,
Matthew Bourne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jandek,
Iggy Pop,
Oneida,
Quando Quango,
Sparks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Funkadelic,
The Blues Magoos,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nation of Ulysses,
U.S. Maple,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gang of Four,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
kango's stein massive,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kurtis Blow,
Morten Harket,
Aloha Tigers,
Magazine,
The Moleskins,
The Moody Blues,
Essential Logic,
Kaleidoscope,
Mary Jane Girls,
Yellowson,
Sandy B,
Theoretical Girls,
Laurel Aitken,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joey Negro,
Easy Going,
The Golliwogs,
K-Klass,
Don Cherry,
The Motions,
Glenn Branca,
ABBA,
F. McDonald,
Harry Pussy,
Saccharine Trust,
Youth Brigade,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jeru the Damaja,
X-102,
Shuggie Otis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Liliput,
Ultravox,
The Mojo Men,
48th St. Collective,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.