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 Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 the Fania All-Stars to the techno 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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
The Last Poets,
R.M.O.,
Country Joe & The Fish,
DJ Style,
Von Mondo,
The Golliwogs,
Siglo XX,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Stetsasonic,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crash Course in Science,
Rites of Spring,
Faraquet,
Procol Harum,
Japan,
Unrelated Segments,
The Blackbyrds,
DJ Sneak,
T. Rex,
Drexciya,
Davy DMX,
Arthur Verocai,
Nas,
Flamin' Groovies,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lightning Bolt,
The Tremeloes,
The Saints,
Steve Hackett,
ABBA,
Yellowson,
Marvin Gaye,
ABC,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Agitation Free,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cal Tjader,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lindisfarne,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Deakin,
Agent Orange,
Soft Machine,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Outsiders,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bush Tetras,
Todd Rundgren,
Loose Ends,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sight & Sound,
Nirvana,
Wings,
La Düsseldorf,
Pylon,
Accadde A,
The Smoke,
Rakim,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.