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 Cyprus and from Lille.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 David Bowie 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Organ,
Hardrive,
Maurizio,
Wings,
Johnny Clarke,
This Heat,
Crime,
Man Eating Sloth,
Carl Craig,
Donald Byrd,
Fluxion,
Al Stewart,
Siglo XX,
The Evens,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lee Hazlewood,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wire,
Pere Ubu,
Mad Mike,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Zero Boys,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
B.T. Express,
The Grass Roots,
Letta Mbulu,
Sugar Minott,
Dave Gahan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Buzzcocks,
Ohio Players,
Aural Exciters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Juan Atkins,
Amazonics,
Whodini,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soft Cell,
Au Pairs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Procol Harum,
Marmalade,
Dead Boys,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Warren Ellis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Selecter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ludus,
John Foxx,
Lower 48,
the Soft Cell,
Fear,
Pierre Henry,
The Fuzztones,
Popol Vuh,
the Association,
Rhythm & Sound,
Davy DMX,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.