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 Botswana and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Flesh Eaters to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
K-Klass,
Roy Ayers,
Arcadia,
Harpers Bizarre,
Average White Band,
Junior Murvin,
Nation of Ulysses,
Robert Görl,
The Cowsills,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Fall,
Rufus Thomas,
Tommy Roe,
The Victims,
Aural Exciters,
The Index,
Eve St. Jones,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marmalade,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Surgeon,
The Residents,
The Remains,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hashim,
Absolute Body Control,
Barbara Tucker,
The J.B.'s,
Bootsy Collins,
John Coltrane,
Mr. Review,
X-102,
The Gap Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Second Layer,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scan 7,
Yazoo,
Livin' Joy,
KRS-One,
Supertramp,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Anakelly,
Desert Stars,
Television,
Tomorrow,
Depeche Mode,
Infiniti,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joyce Sims,
Chris & Cosey,
Brand Nubian,
Deepchord,
Scrapy,
the Normal,
June of 44,
Man Parrish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sister Nancy,
Franke,
Bauhaus,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.