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 Colombia and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Gap Band to the crunk 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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Danielle Patucci,
DJ Style,
Amon Düül,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Massinfluence,
Aswad,
The Modern Lovers,
Jeff Lynne,
Judy Mowatt,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Groovy Waters,
Roxette,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Skriet,
Derrick May,
Animal Collective,
Davy DMX,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nils Olav,
L. Decosne,
Crash Course in Science,
Young Marble Giants,
Altered Images,
E-Dancer,
Scott Walker,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Moebius,
Harmonia,
Can,
Black Moon,
Zero Boys,
Donny Hathaway,
Gong,
David McCallum,
Hashim,
T.S.O.L.,
Sister Nancy,
Babytalk,
Johnny Clarke,
Ice-T,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sam Rivers,
Blake Baxter,
MDC,
Fad Gadget,
The Red Krayola,
Youth Brigade,
Shoche,
Rufus Thomas,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kenny Larkin,
The Young Rascals,
The Standells,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.