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 El Salvador and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Can to the grunge 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Adolescents,
Masters at Work,
Saccharine Trust,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Faust,
Tom Boy,
Suicide,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Detroit Cobras,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
UT,
The Gladiators,
The Divine Comedy,
Alice Coltrane,
Juan Atkins,
Maurizio,
Visage,
Roger Hodgson,
Dave Gahan,
The Leaves,
Electric Prunes,
Kerri Chandler,
Nas,
X-Ray Spex,
Smog,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
OOIOO,
D'Angelo,
Letta Mbulu,
Newcleus,
Hot Snakes,
Piero Umiliani,
Tommy Roe,
Man Eating Sloth,
Danielle Patucci,
Joey Negro,
Peter and Kerry,
Ice-T,
Youth Brigade,
Zapp,
Bill Wells,
Man Parrish,
The Buckinghams,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Reuben Wilson,
Au Pairs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Pus,
Jeff Lynne,
Absolute Body Control,
Icehouse,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lalann,
Isaac Hayes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Aswad,
Model 500,
PIL,
The Pretty Things,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.