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 Sudan and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 New Age Steppers to the grunge 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Alison Limerick,
Y Pants,
Nico,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Quando Quango,
Agent Orange,
PIL,
Blossom Toes,
Quadrant,
Eric B and Rakim,
Can,
Marc Almond,
The Tremeloes,
X-101,
Guru Guru,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Man Parrish,
Arthur Verocai,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Japan,
Electric Prunes,
Carl Craig,
the Swans,
Lou Christie,
The Toasters,
Eric Dolphy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Brand Nubian,
Monolake,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mantronix,
The Moody Blues,
Dark Day,
Blake Baxter,
KRS-One,
Connie Case,
Skriet,
The Pop Group,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rapeman,
Sun City Girls,
Reuben Wilson,
One Last Wish,
Gastr Del Sol,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
A Certain Ratio,
Nas,
Eurythmics,
Dave Gahan,
Chris Corsano,
Thee Headcoats,
The Alarm Clocks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Stockholm Monsters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Byron Stingily,
Smog,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Black Moon,
Albert Ayler,
Half Japanese,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.