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 Rwanda and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
ABBA,
Terry Callier,
Crispy Ambulance,
Maleditus Sound,
The Dave Clark Five,
In Retrospect,
Yusef Lateef,
La Düsseldorf,
Patti Smith,
Country Teasers,
The Dirtbombs,
Fad Gadget,
Brass Construction,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fat Boys,
Hasil Adkins,
New Age Steppers,
Eric Copeland,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Delta 5,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pagans,
Vainqueur,
Lalann,
Darondo,
Carl Craig,
The Grass Roots,
Alphaville,
Barry Ungar,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Alice Coltrane,
Soul II Soul,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Chris Corsano,
Television Personalities,
H. Thieme,
L. Decosne,
Zapp,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marine Girls,
Tres Demented,
F. McDonald,
Jeff Mills,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ossler,
The Dead C,
The Residents,
Pantytec,
Camouflage,
LL Cool J,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Au Pairs,
Wolf Eyes,
The Evens,
The Gories,
Iggy Pop,
Godley & Creme,
Shuggie Otis,
Wings,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.