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 United Kingdom and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Moby Grape to the grime 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
The Neon Judgement,
Danielle Patucci,
One Last Wish,
The Standells,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Don Cherry,
Royal Trux,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Durutti Column,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Slits,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Spoonie Gee,
Rekid,
the Normal,
Nas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Y Pants,
Arab on Radar,
Kaleidoscope,
Lou Christie,
The Cowsills,
Basic Channel,
The Star Department,
David Axelrod,
Lalann,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Saints,
Joe Smooth,
MC5,
Moss Icon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
New Age Steppers,
Suburban Knight,
Gabor Szabo,
The Techniques,
Pierre Henry,
The Cramps,
Public Enemy,
X-101,
Marine Girls,
Amazonics,
AZ,
The Moody Blues,
Crooked Eye,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mo-Dettes,
Minor Threat,
The Busters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sarah Menescal,
Lakeside,
Popol Vuh,
Aloha Tigers,
The Victims,
Andrew Hill,
Pagans,
ABBA,
the Human League,
Silicon Teens,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.