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 Denmark 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer 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 Radiopuhelimet to the jazz 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soul Sonic Force,
Moebius,
Rotary Connection,
Eurythmics,
Bauhaus,
The Invisible,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Chris Corsano,
Cluster,
Leonard Cohen,
Neil Young,
Rufus Thomas,
L. Decosne,
The Five Americans,
Banda Bassotti,
Sun Ra,
The Standells,
Liliput,
Barclay James Harvest,
Anakelly,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Count Five,
Index,
Pulsallama,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Thompson Twins,
Cal Tjader,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Evens,
Black Sheep,
The Selecter,
Roxette,
Brand Nubian,
Heaven 17,
The Alarm Clocks,
Second Layer,
Danielle Patucci,
Todd Terry,
The Happenings,
Barbara Tucker,
Junior Murvin,
Soft Cell,
Delon & Dalcan,
Stereo Dub,
The Blues Magoos,
Yazoo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Yaz,
Robert Wyatt,
Reagan Youth,
The Index,
Jeff Mills,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Neon Judgement,
The Durutti Column,
World's Most,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.