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 Croatia and from Woodstock.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Outsiders to the punk 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley 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 techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
David Bowie,
Boz Scaggs,
The Pretty Things,
Don Cherry,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marvin Gaye,
Nation of Ulysses,
Half Japanese,
Bauhaus,
Flipper,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gang Starr,
Arcadia,
Kevin Saunderson,
CMW,
Japan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Howard Jones,
Tropical Tobacco,
Siglo XX,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lakeside,
Davy DMX,
The Mummies,
Mary Jane Girls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crash Course in Science,
Public Enemy,
Pierre Henry,
Shuggie Otis,
Johnny Osbourne,
Trumans Water,
Delon & Dalcan,
Morten Harket,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Litter,
Theoretical Girls,
Los Fastidios,
Joy Division,
Warren Ellis,
This Heat,
Wire,
Essential Logic,
Cheater Slicks,
Kenny Larkin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Motions,
Lucky Dragons,
Television Personalities,
DNA,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Real Kids,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Con Funk Shun,
Monolake,
Mantronix,
The Flesh Eaters,
Barclay James Harvest,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.