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 Korea South and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Seoul.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Public Enemy to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe 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 harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Toni Rubio,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jacques Brel,
Derrick Morgan,
Moss Icon,
Sugar Minott,
The Standells,
Ponytail,
Icehouse,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Matthew Halsall,
Wolf Eyes,
Average White Band,
Nas,
Severed Heads,
KRS-One,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rosa Yemen,
Dennis Brown,
Erykah Badu,
The Stooges,
Mary Jane Girls,
In Retrospect,
Public Image Ltd.,
Barry Ungar,
Cal Tjader,
The Mummies,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lower 48,
One Last Wish,
Alison Limerick,
Crash Course in Science,
The Invisible,
Television Personalities,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Neon Judgement,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gichy Dan,
Funkadelic,
Yaz,
Television,
Aswad,
Anakelly,
The Names,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Quando Quango,
Maurizio,
The Barracudas,
Andrew Hill,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Michelle Simonal,
Brothers Johnson,
Leonard Cohen,
Franke,
Cluster,
The Grass Roots,
Inner City,
Flipper,
Bob Dylan,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.