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 Japan and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord 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 Lebanon Hanover to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
DNA,
The Cramps,
The Birthday Party,
Blake Baxter,
Yazoo,
Motorama,
Derrick Morgan,
June of 44,
The Neon Judgement,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Red Krayola,
Royal Trux,
The Index,
Clear Light,
John Coltrane,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Maleditus Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Magma,
Symarip,
The Real Kids,
Nick Fraelich,
Deadbeat,
Chris & Cosey,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gang Green,
The Selecter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
a-ha,
Roger Hodgson,
Cluster,
The Vogues,
Andrew Hill,
Youth Brigade,
The Misunderstood,
The Golliwogs,
Pantaleimon,
Hardrive,
A Certain Ratio,
Make Up,
Joe Smooth,
Mo-Dettes,
Icehouse,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wire,
World's Most,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Walker Brothers,
Minnie Riperton,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Von Mondo,
Black Bananas,
Nas,
Lindisfarne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Electric Prunes,
Tim Buckley,
10cc,
Groovy Waters,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.