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 Hungary and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Bauhaus to the rap 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Grauzone,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Metal Thangz,
Eurythmics,
Crooked Eye,
Harmonia,
Bob Dylan,
Theoretical Girls,
Gang of Four,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Blossom Toes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Al Stewart,
The Mojo Men,
Faraquet,
Angry Samoans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tears for Fears,
Marvin Gaye,
Glenn Branca,
MDC,
X-101,
Peter and Kerry,
Letta Mbulu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
New York Dolls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The New Christs,
Gabor Szabo,
Cymande,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fugs,
Jeff Mills,
Carl Craig,
Avey Tare,
Hashim,
Groovy Waters,
Slave,
Lalann,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
D'Angelo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Flipper,
Talk Talk,
Kurtis Blow,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Electric Prunes,
Fatback Band,
DNA,
Sun Ra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
8 Eyed Spy,
JFA,
T.S.O.L.,
DJ Sneak,
Soulsonic Force,
Gang Green,
Ornette Coleman,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.