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 Belgium and from Houston.
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 Stockholm and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Black Pus to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Sam Rivers,
Piero Umiliani,
Mad Mike,
the Swans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tim Buckley,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sonny Sharrock,
Skarface,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ronnie Foster,
Severed Heads,
Sixth Finger,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mars,
Eric Copeland,
Deadbeat,
Nirvana,
Duran Duran,
Vainqueur,
Animal Collective,
The Angels of Light,
The Music Machine,
Pulsallama,
Adolescents,
R.M.O.,
Mo-Dettes,
The Moleskins,
Ronan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobby Sherman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bluetip,
The Shadows of Knight,
Little Man,
Peter & Gordon,
ABC,
Kayak,
Josef K,
The Residents,
Porter Ricks,
DJ Style,
Ultimate Spinach,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
LL Cool J,
The Seeds,
Bronski Beat,
Eric Dolphy,
Make Up,
Zapp,
The Blues Magoos,
Audionom,
The Monochrome Set,
The Standells,
Magma,
Simply Red,
Scan 7,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Tremeloes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Freddie Wadling,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.