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 Swaziland and from Bologna.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum 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 Ituana to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe 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 synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
The Names,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Circle Jerks,
Connie Case,
Al Stewart,
John Lydon,
The Residents,
Ultravox,
UT,
Boogie Down Productions,
Goldenarms,
Fear,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Shadows of Knight,
Howard Jones,
Nirvana,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Skaos,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Harmonia,
The Saints,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Busters,
The Last Poets,
Don Cherry,
Bronski Beat,
Loose Ends,
X-101,
The Dead C,
Tommy Roe,
Reagan Youth,
The Real Kids,
Lyres,
Deakin,
Quadrant,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Crooked Eye,
Jacques Brel,
Colin Newman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Curtis Mayfield,
MC5,
Groovy Waters,
The Zeros,
Amon Düül,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cluster,
Sun Ra,
Chris & Cosey,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Star Department,
Blossom Toes,
Maurizio,
Derrick Morgan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kayak,
John Cale,
Altered Images,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Trumans Water,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.