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 Jordan and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron 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 Guru Guru to the disco 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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eden Ahbez,
Whodini,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kaleidoscope,
The Blues Magoos,
Prince Buster,
Big Daddy Kane,
Alton Ellis,
B.T. Express,
Camberwell Now,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rotary Connection,
Kenny Larkin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hoover,
Mo-Dettes,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Sonics,
The Pretty Things,
Shuggie Otis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
David Axelrod,
John Holt,
Charles Mingus,
June Days,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mars,
Cymande,
Jeff Lynne,
Arcadia,
The Selecter,
Robert Görl,
Gabor Szabo,
Lungfish,
Pagans,
Todd Terry,
Sarah Menescal,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Electric Prunes,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Wake,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Minor Threat,
Negative Approach,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
David McCallum,
Vladislav Delay,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Searchers,
Young Marble Giants,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Foxx,
Model 500,
Letta Mbulu,
EPMD,
Malaria!,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.