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 Australia 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 clarinet 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 Thee Headcoats to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Judy Mowatt,
Harpers Bizarre,
Reagan Youth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
LL Cool J,
Deepchord,
Rites of Spring,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Loose Ends,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Electric Prunes,
Popol Vuh,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Evens,
The Fortunes,
Jeru the Damaja,
E-Dancer,
Camouflage,
Television Personalities,
Quando Quango,
Mr. Review,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The New Christs,
Barbara Tucker,
Young Marble Giants,
The Cure,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lungfish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Germs,
Roger Hodgson,
Sun Ra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Zero Boys,
Brass Construction,
Soft Machine,
Kool Moe Dee,
Unwound,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Dave Clark Five,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sound Behaviour,
Blake Baxter,
The Zeros,
Inner City,
Unrelated Segments,
Marine Girls,
Joyce Sims,
Fat Boys,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dual Sessions,
Eric Dolphy,
The Black Dice,
Pantytec,
Glambeats Corp.,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Sonics,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.