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 Chad and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Saccharine Trust to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
JFA,
Pantaleimon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
X-Ray Spex,
The Alarm Clocks,
Boz Scaggs,
Rod Modell,
The Neon Judgement,
Animal Collective,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Soft Cell,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Byron Stingily,
Joensuu 1685,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Grass Roots,
DJ Sneak,
China Crisis,
Chrome,
Nirvana,
Qualms,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Monks,
Spoonie Gee,
Nils Olav,
Parry Music,
The Modern Lovers,
Japan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dual Sessions,
Young Marble Giants,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Letta Mbulu,
Accadde A,
Anakelly,
Rotary Connection,
8 Eyed Spy,
Amazonics,
The Litter,
Pylon,
Urselle,
Cameo,
Ludus,
Echospace,
Ultra Naté,
The Residents,
Kool Moe Dee,
Circle Jerks,
Neu!,
The Remains,
John Cale,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nas,
Reuben Wilson,
Jeff Mills,
The Misunderstood,
Bush Tetras,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.