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 Vanuatu and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Bush Tetras to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Wings,
R.M.O.,
Section 25,
Sugar Minott,
John Coltrane,
Scientists,
Pole,
Smog,
The Pop Group,
Matthew Bourne,
Bill Near,
Sun Ra,
The Monochrome Set,
Mars,
The Doobie Brothers,
L. Decosne,
H. Thieme,
Guru Guru,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Victims,
One Last Wish,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Knickerbockers,
The Gap Band,
Bobby Womack,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Liliput,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Residents,
Gang Green,
Barry Ungar,
In Retrospect,
The Fall,
The Divine Comedy,
T. Rex,
Public Image Ltd.,
Buzzcocks,
Qualms,
Sound Behaviour,
Graham Central Station,
Idris Muhammad,
Talk Talk,
Niagra,
Electric Prunes,
The Five Americans,
LL Cool J,
Barbara Tucker,
Radio Birdman,
The Slackers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ultravox,
Glambeats Corp.,
Donald Byrd,
the Sonics,
June Days,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.