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 Honduras and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Cabaret Voltaire to the disco 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Sound Behaviour,
Man Parrish,
Ken Boothe,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Zero Boys,
John Cale,
Byron Stingily,
The Motions,
Gang Gang Dance,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Johnny Clarke,
Cymande,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joensuu 1685,
Rod Modell,
Sun Ra,
Lalann,
Steve Hackett,
Sparks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Little Man,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Association,
Roy Ayers,
Procol Harum,
The Gap Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
MDC,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jerry's Kids,
Ituana,
L. Decosne,
In Retrospect,
Moss Icon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kayak,
Quadrant,
Banda Bassotti,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rhythm & Sound,
Isaac Hayes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fugazi,
Mission of Burma,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
CMW,
the Germs,
Marc Almond,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fortunes,
New Order,
The Saints,
Black Bananas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hashim,
Con Funk Shun,
The Red Krayola,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.