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 Moldova and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the techno 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Davy DMX,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eric Copeland,
Robert Wyatt,
Talk Talk,
FM Einheit,
MDC,
Chrome,
The Techniques,
Slave,
kango's stein massive,
the Swans,
Anthony Braxton,
Black Pus,
The Happenings,
Dead Boys,
X-Ray Spex,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pussy Galore,
Delon & Dalcan,
DJ Style,
Marvin Gaye,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eli Mardock,
Fela Kuti,
Graham Central Station,
Infiniti,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Modern Lovers,
Aural Exciters,
Maleditus Sound,
Sandy B,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roxy Music,
Pole,
Jesper Dahlback,
Peter & Gordon,
CMW,
Lower 48,
Rapeman,
Sight & Sound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
U.S. Maple,
Sparks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tomorrow,
Drive Like Jehu,
Terrestrial Tones,
Michelle Simonal,
Sun Ra,
The Cramps,
Warren Ellis,
Magazine,
Neil Young,
Warsaw,
The Victims,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pere Ubu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eden Ahbez,
KRS-One,
cv313,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.