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 Panama and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Pierre Henry to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Todd Terry,
Glambeats Corp.,
Inner City,
The Fall,
Bluetip,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Darondo,
Eurythmics,
Quando Quango,
Vainqueur,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roger Hodgson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Todd Rundgren,
The Gun Club,
Rapeman,
The Electric Prunes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Con Funk Shun,
Harry Pussy,
Cheater Slicks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Boz Scaggs,
Junior Murvin,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bang On A Can,
Aswad,
Spoonie Gee,
Avey Tare,
Sandy B,
The Fortunes,
Neil Young,
EPMD,
Dorothy Ashby,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lakeside,
Wire,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ornette Coleman,
Scientists,
Donald Byrd,
Stockholm Monsters,
Public Enemy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Amon Düül,
The Monks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Kinks,
The Offenders,
Robert Görl,
Fad Gadget,
Maurizio,
Blancmange,
The Evens,
Joe Smooth,
Black Bananas,
Juan Atkins,
New Order,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.