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 Papua New Guinea and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Shoche to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
F. McDonald,
Half Japanese,
Big Daddy Kane,
Henry Cow,
L. Decosne,
Clear Light,
K-Klass,
the Human League,
Heaven 17,
Brick,
Mr. Review,
Moby Grape,
Harmonia,
Basic Channel,
The Fire Engines,
Drexciya,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
H. Thieme,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Litter,
Aaron Thompson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roxette,
New Order,
Popol Vuh,
The Mummies,
Fugazi,
Hoover,
The Slackers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Grauzone,
Magma,
PIL,
Essential Logic,
Archie Shepp,
Kaleidoscope,
Dennis Brown,
Tears for Fears,
Guru Guru,
Gabor Szabo,
Tim Buckley,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Last Poets,
Yazoo,
Jawbox,
Hashim,
FM Einheit,
Gregory Isaacs,
X-Ray Spex,
Groovy Waters,
Nils Olav,
Brass Construction,
Blancmange,
Country Teasers,
Tres Demented,
Icehouse,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.