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 Gabon and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Beijing.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the rock 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
The Beau Brummels,
New Age Steppers,
Soft Cell,
DNA,
Yellowson,
Interpol,
Gang of Four,
Skriet,
Dark Day,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tommy Roe,
Quando Quango,
The Gories,
Sound Behaviour,
Gong,
The Cowsills,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soft Machine,
Guru Guru,
Thee Headcoats,
Toni Rubio,
A Certain Ratio,
The Associates,
Faraquet,
The Red Krayola,
Fugazi,
Todd Terry,
Big Daddy Kane,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Moody Blues,
Heaven 17,
The Pretty Things,
Royal Trux,
Mandrill,
Simply Red,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Bar-Kays,
Supertramp,
Archie Shepp,
New Order,
Juan Atkins,
Kurtis Blow,
The Angels of Light,
Kenny Larkin,
Bauhaus,
Colin Newman,
Lou Christie,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scan 7,
Yazoo,
Model 500,
Sixth Finger,
Jeff Mills,
Chris Corsano,
The Index,
The Litter,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.