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 the UAE and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Scott Walker,
Terry Callier,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lindisfarne,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sound Behaviour,
Silicon Teens,
Dark Day,
Dennis Brown,
LL Cool J,
Arab on Radar,
World's Most,
Television,
Max Romeo,
Connie Case,
Altered Images,
Sun Ra,
The Litter,
Wire,
The Raincoats,
The Selecter,
Negative Approach,
Main Source,
Lou Reed,
The J.B.'s,
A Flock of Seagulls,
David Axelrod,
Heaven 17,
The Martian,
The Electric Prunes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Barbara Tucker,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cluster,
Mandrill,
The Velvet Underground,
Amazonics,
Neil Young,
CMW,
Popol Vuh,
The Sound,
Erykah Badu,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Names,
B.T. Express,
Grauzone,
The Detroit Cobras,
Technova,
Juan Atkins,
Kas Product,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
X-101,
Q65,
The Residents,
The Real Kids,
Black Sheep,
Minnie Riperton,
Audionom,
Skarface,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.