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 Saudi Arabia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jeff Lynne,
Kayak,
The Angels of Light,
DJ Style,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Todd Terry,
Byron Stingily,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Radiopuhelimet,
H. Thieme,
Khruangbin,
Crooked Eye,
Arab on Radar,
Neu!,
Half Japanese,
Cluster,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jimmy McGriff,
Desert Stars,
Rites of Spring,
Depeche Mode,
Gang Starr,
The Modern Lovers,
Livin' Joy,
Sarah Menescal,
Black Sheep,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marc Almond,
Ituana,
Rod Modell,
Magma,
Albert Ayler,
Donny Hathaway,
the Human League,
Bobby Sherman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Velvet Underground,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Minny Pops,
Boredoms,
Public Enemy,
Bootsy Collins,
The Mummies,
Technova,
Supertramp,
Deepchord,
Graham Central Station,
Sight & Sound,
Pere Ubu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Donald Byrd,
The Searchers,
Quadrant,
the Soft Cell,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Swans,
Faraquet,
China Crisis,
Kerri Chandler,
The Offenders,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.