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 Nepal and from New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Faust to the funk 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
DNA,
Fear,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Tremeloes,
Faust,
Joe Smooth,
Derrick May,
Joyce Sims,
David Bowie,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Country Teasers,
Schoolly D,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Residents,
The Saints,
the Association,
T.S.O.L.,
Joy Division,
The Toasters,
JFA,
Suburban Knight,
Soulsonic Force,
Mission of Burma,
Supertramp,
Aaron Thompson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Idris Muhammad,
The Blues Magoos,
The Dirtbombs,
Henry Cow,
Organ,
Donald Byrd,
MDC,
Underground Resistance,
Jeff Mills,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Reuben Wilson,
Al Stewart,
DJ Sneak,
Peter and Kerry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fad Gadget,
The Selecter,
Girls At Our Best!,
Model 500,
Whodini,
The Modern Lovers,
Das Ding,
Quando Quango,
Motorama,
Lalann,
the Human League,
John Holt,
Slick Rick,
Stereo Dub,
Josef K,
Neu!,
L. Decosne,
Con Funk Shun,
Dark Day,
Robert Wyatt,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.