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 Armenia and from Paris.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Crash Course in Science to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow 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?
Lakeside,
Yusef Lateef,
The Golliwogs,
Outsiders,
Q65,
MC5,
Scan 7,
Michelle Simonal,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
EPMD,
Skaos,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Silicon Teens,
Warsaw,
Swans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The J.B.'s,
Cymande,
Niagra,
Infiniti,
ABC,
Spoonie Gee,
Tropical Tobacco,
ABBA,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Popol Vuh,
Robert Hood,
Steve Hackett,
Siglo XX,
Masters at Work,
Pierre Henry,
The Mummies,
Bobby Sherman,
Derrick May,
The Real Kids,
Echospace,
The Offenders,
Kerrie Biddell,
AZ,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Grauzone,
Ken Boothe,
John Lydon,
Bluetip,
Lalo Schifrin,
Yellowson,
Ponytail,
The Fortunes,
Mantronix,
Deakin,
Jandek,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Man Eating Sloth,
Chris & Cosey,
Marmalade,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobby Hutcherson,
48th St. Collective,
Ronan,
Colin Newman,
The Count Five,
Mandrill,
Josef K,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.