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 South Sudan and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 clarinet 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 Icehouse to the crunk 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Todd Terry,
Chris Corsano,
Fela Kuti,
Sound Behaviour,
David Bowie,
The Birthday Party,
Supertramp,
Moby Grape,
The Gories,
Matthew Halsall,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ten City,
The Dead C,
Slave,
R.M.O.,
The Leaves,
Panda Bear,
China Crisis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Index,
Suicide,
Saccharine Trust,
Niagra,
Grauzone,
Matthew Bourne,
Blossom Toes,
Negative Approach,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ponytail,
Fugazi,
Sugar Minott,
Nico,
Procol Harum,
Swell Maps,
Public Enemy,
Stereo Dub,
The Names,
Arcadia,
Pagans,
The Last Poets,
Marvin Gaye,
Guru Guru,
The Real Kids,
Lalo Schifrin,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Max Romeo,
Aural Exciters,
Deadbeat,
John Coltrane,
AZ,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Au Pairs,
The Selecter,
Roxette,
The Martian,
Dark Day,
Reuben Wilson,
Fat Boys,
The Doors,
E-Dancer,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
June Days,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.