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 St Lucia and from Philadelphia.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Letta Mbulu 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Marine Girls,
Interpol,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Tremeloes,
Echospace,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jeff Lynne,
Cybotron,
Q65,
Black Sheep,
Brass Construction,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Cowsills,
Jawbox,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Warsaw,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sister Nancy,
Smog,
Q and Not U,
The Music Machine,
The American Breed,
Unrelated Segments,
Nils Olav,
Aural Exciters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
New York Dolls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Agitation Free,
Aswad,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Graham Central Station,
Bizarre Inc.,
T.S.O.L.,
Heaven 17,
Guru Guru,
Kaleidoscope,
Quadrant,
David Axelrod,
Henry Cow,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Gories,
Scott Walker,
Massinfluence,
Spandau Ballet,
Main Source,
Siglo XX,
the Slits,
Skarface,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
UT,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Mummies,
Black Bananas,
Dawn Penn,
Arab on Radar,
Deakin,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.