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 Kuwait and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba 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 Ultra Naté 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Bluetip,
Outsiders,
Magazine,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Henry Cow,
Pere Ubu,
Quando Quango,
The Fire Engines,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sight & Sound,
The Cowsills,
Bauhaus,
Morten Harket,
Sister Nancy,
Qualms,
The Real Kids,
Black Bananas,
The Leaves,
Porter Ricks,
LL Cool J,
Urselle,
Eric Copeland,
Peter & Gordon,
Joy Division,
Lalann,
Animal Collective,
Minor Threat,
Sun City Girls,
Circle Jerks,
The Litter,
The Smiths,
Echospace,
MC5,
Little Man,
Crispy Ambulance,
June of 44,
Motorama,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Derrick May,
The Associates,
Scan 7,
Metal Thangz,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Erasure,
Ohio Players,
Ultra Naté,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Names,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Brick,
Scientists,
Dual Sessions,
Gang Starr,
Clear Light,
Pet Shop Boys,
Faust,
Juan Atkins,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mr. Review,
The Vogues,
Fela Kuti,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.