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 Guinea and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ 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 Cameo to the crunk 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Talk Talk,
The Slits,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Quadrant,
Colin Newman,
The Stooges,
Malaria!,
Godley & Creme,
The Cramps,
Piero Umiliani,
Eurythmics,
Marine Girls,
Sonic Youth,
Interpol,
Grandmaster Flash,
H. Thieme,
Ultra Naté,
James White and The Blacks,
Zapp,
The Count Five,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Alison Limerick,
Mad Mike,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Los Fastidios,
The Barracudas,
Monolake,
Lou Christie,
Magma,
Dark Day,
Public Enemy,
The New Christs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
One Last Wish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
OOIOO,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobby Sherman,
Shuggie Otis,
The Motions,
Bush Tetras,
Roy Ayers,
Goldenarms,
Althea and Donna,
Brothers Johnson,
Gang of Four,
Pere Ubu,
Pet Shop Boys,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Masters at Work,
Absolute Body Control,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.