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 Niger and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
David Axelrod,
Godley & Creme,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobby Womack,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sparks,
Eric Dolphy,
Pantytec,
Darondo,
Brass Construction,
Aural Exciters,
Marc Almond,
The Divine Comedy,
Deepchord,
Janne Schatter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ultra Naté,
The Index,
The Moody Blues,
Underground Resistance,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Liliput,
Kool Moe Dee,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sound Behaviour,
Gang Starr,
Drexciya,
Massinfluence,
Hardrive,
Funky Four + One,
The Alarm Clocks,
X-Ray Spex,
PIL,
The Leaves,
Television,
Nirvana,
Patti Smith,
Ponytail,
James White and The Blacks,
Khruangbin,
The Golliwogs,
Fluxion,
The Modern Lovers,
Inner City,
Slick Rick,
The Shadows of Knight,
Talk Talk,
Eddi Front,
Magma,
Jeff Mills,
Sun Ra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lalann,
Hoover,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scrapy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.