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 Kyrgyzstan and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Doobie Brothers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Technova,
The Monochrome Set,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
KRS-One,
The Black Dice,
The Sound,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Slackers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Graham Central Station,
Nico,
Porter Ricks,
Babytalk,
Sarah Menescal,
Lalo Schifrin,
New York Dolls,
Magma,
Underground Resistance,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Easy Going,
Tears for Fears,
Neil Young,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Flipper,
Pulsallama,
Michelle Simonal,
Grandmaster Flash,
In Retrospect,
Godley & Creme,
Ultravox,
Oblivians,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sex Pistols,
Gong,
Schoolly D,
Black Moon,
Black Flag,
Slave,
E-Dancer,
Moby Grape,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Pop Group,
The Zeros,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Carl Craig,
Wire,
Yusef Lateef,
Jimmy McGriff,
Donald Byrd,
The Happenings,
Eden Ahbez,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Buzzcocks,
UT,
Funkadelic,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.