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 Cape Verde and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Swell Maps to the grunge 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Byron Stingily,
Loose Ends,
Cameo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Magma,
Rotary Connection,
Jacques Brel,
Harry Pussy,
Gang Starr,
Fugazi,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Flag,
Arcadia,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Adolescents,
A Certain Ratio,
Susan Cadogan,
cv313,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lou Reed,
ABC,
Easy Going,
Tropical Tobacco,
DJ Style,
Sällskapet,
Royal Trux,
Bush Tetras,
The Grass Roots,
Mars,
Mo-Dettes,
Bill Near,
Suburban Knight,
Lungfish,
June Days,
Unrelated Segments,
The Doobie Brothers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Desert Stars,
Saccharine Trust,
Nirvana,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
kango's stein massive,
Quando Quango,
The Walker Brothers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Depeche Mode,
Ituana,
Lee Hazlewood,
Anthony Braxton,
The Saints,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Residents,
The Red Krayola,
T.S.O.L.,
Delta 5,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Charles Mingus,
EPMD,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.