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 Serbia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the rock 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Motions,
Symarip,
The Dead C,
Barclay James Harvest,
Henry Cow,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Judy Mowatt,
The Grass Roots,
Marshall Jefferson,
Aloha Tigers,
The Smiths,
The United States of America,
David Axelrod,
Aural Exciters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gabor Szabo,
Rufus Thomas,
The Sound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Main Source,
FM Einheit,
Blossom Toes,
Bob Dylan,
Panda Bear,
Neu!,
Ultra Naté,
the Bar-Kays,
The Vogues,
Eric Dolphy,
Amon Düül,
Minutemen,
Technova,
Con Funk Shun,
Accadde A,
Chris Corsano,
cv313,
Skarface,
The Gun Club,
Man Eating Sloth,
H. Thieme,
Marvin Gaye,
Scott Walker,
Graham Central Station,
Terry Callier,
Scientists,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Altered Images,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobbi Humphrey,
DJ Style,
The Fuzztones,
kango's stein massive,
Matthew Bourne,
Laurel Aitken,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.