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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ 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 Deakin to the electroclash 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Ituana,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scratch Acid,
Moebius,
Matthew Halsall,
Altered Images,
X-Ray Spex,
Radiohead,
Marine Girls,
The Index,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gang Green,
The Dave Clark Five,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Young Marble Giants,
Make Up,
Little Man,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bootsy Collins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Public Enemy,
Negative Approach,
Reagan Youth,
Yazoo,
Metal Thangz,
The Star Department,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Cale,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Henry Cow,
Crash Course in Science,
Livin' Joy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Loose Ends,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Suburban Knight,
Maurizio,
Urselle,
Scrapy,
The Vogues,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Inner City,
Lalann,
The Skatalites,
The Sonics,
The Golliwogs,
Susan Cadogan,
Sex Pistols,
Glambeats Corp.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Litter,
In Retrospect,
Maleditus Sound,
F. McDonald,
Soft Machine,
10cc,
Country Teasers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.