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 Canada 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord 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 Five Americans to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Faust,
Barry Ungar,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dave Gahan,
Japan,
Chris Corsano,
Kenny Larkin,
Jeru the Damaja,
World's Most,
The Kinks,
Oblivians,
Mo-Dettes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Niagra,
Wings,
Harmonia,
The Techniques,
Freddie Wadling,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gang Green,
Patti Smith,
New Order,
Ten City,
Liliput,
Brick,
DJ Style,
Nas,
Roxy Music,
The Pretty Things,
Graham Central Station,
Soul II Soul,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sex Pistols,
Tomorrow,
The Zeros,
Scientists,
Minny Pops,
Marvin Gaye,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Neon Judgement,
Trumans Water,
Rapeman,
Joy Division,
Ralphi Rosario,
Parry Music,
The Move,
The Doors,
Derrick Morgan,
Country Teasers,
Ronnie Foster,
The Saints,
Animal Collective,
Spandau Ballet,
The Tremeloes,
The Star Department,
Peter and Kerry,
Moby Grape,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Brothers Johnson,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.