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 Fiji and from Accra.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin 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 Young Marble Giants to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Severed Heads,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jeff Mills,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Newcleus,
AZ,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Banda Bassotti,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fad Gadget,
Pere Ubu,
D'Angelo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Stetsasonic,
Bush Tetras,
Eurythmics,
The Fugs,
Thompson Twins,
Public Enemy,
Bobby Sherman,
Procol Harum,
Wasted Youth,
Black Moon,
Joensuu 1685,
Marine Girls,
Scan 7,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Dirtbombs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scrapy,
The Golliwogs,
Nick Fraelich,
Fela Kuti,
T.S.O.L.,
Yellowson,
Flash Fearless,
Amon Düül II,
Mandrill,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Zeros,
Skriet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Patti Smith,
Moby Grape,
Yusef Lateef,
One Last Wish,
The Raincoats,
The Grass Roots,
The Standells,
Eden Ahbez,
Panda Bear,
Don Cherry,
the Bar-Kays,
Ultravox,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wally Richardson,
Spandau Ballet,
Soft Machine,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.