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 Guinea-Bissau and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba 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 The New Christs to the electroclash 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
The Velvet Underground,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sixth Finger,
Sonic Youth,
Motorama,
Junior Murvin,
Bad Manners,
Main Source,
Kerri Chandler,
The Star Department,
Bootsy Collins,
Terrestrial Tones,
Erykah Badu,
Joyce Sims,
Negative Approach,
The Monochrome Set,
The Selecter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Alarm Clocks,
Make Up,
Lightning Bolt,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
48th St. Collective,
The Angels of Light,
Sparks,
Tommy Roe,
Visage,
Gang of Four,
John Foxx,
Buzzcocks,
F. McDonald,
In Retrospect,
Inner City,
Ken Boothe,
Alphaville,
Cal Tjader,
Ituana,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Minny Pops,
Jesper Dahlback,
DJ Sneak,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tears for Fears,
Carl Craig,
Angry Samoans,
Underground Resistance,
New Order,
Metal Thangz,
Magazine,
The Leaves,
David Axelrod,
Althea and Donna,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Dirtbombs,
Ornette Coleman,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Stooges,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.