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 Moldova and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Camouflage to the grunge 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Alice Coltrane,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Motorama,
The Motions,
The Pretty Things,
Barbara Tucker,
Girls At Our Best!,
Panda Bear,
Spoonie Gee,
Marine Girls,
Yazoo,
Fad Gadget,
Freddie Wadling,
Dark Day,
The Litter,
The Monochrome Set,
Wire,
Q65,
Sällskapet,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Index,
Letta Mbulu,
Albert Ayler,
Joey Negro,
Don Cherry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Derrick Morgan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rites of Spring,
Eddi Front,
Jeff Lynne,
Whodini,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ituana,
Leonard Cohen,
Kurtis Blow,
The Buckinghams,
AZ,
The Angels of Light,
Harmonia,
David Bowie,
K-Klass,
The Sonics,
Peter & Gordon,
KRS-One,
Buzzcocks,
Henry Cow,
Bill Wells,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gang Starr,
Sister Nancy,
The Knickerbockers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jacob Miller,
Public Image Ltd.,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.