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 Armenia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Cosmic Jokers to the crunk 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Gichy Dan,
Faust,
H. Thieme,
EPMD,
Oblivians,
Joensuu 1685,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jacob Miller,
Gong,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Infiniti,
Index,
Technova,
Max Romeo,
The J.B.'s,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Animal Collective,
Von Mondo,
Ohio Players,
Nirvana,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pole,
Stereo Dub,
Barry Ungar,
Los Fastidios,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ponytail,
Banda Bassotti,
Robert Görl,
Magazine,
New Order,
Piero Umiliani,
MC5,
Newcleus,
Niagra,
Lyres,
Moebius,
The Moleskins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ultimate Spinach,
Unwound,
DNA,
Rakim,
48th St. Collective,
The Remains,
Shoche,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gregory Isaacs,
DJ Sneak,
Neil Young,
Traffic Nightmare,
Popol Vuh,
The Smoke,
The Gap Band,
Scientists,
Barclay James Harvest,
Half Japanese,
Man Parrish,
Tears for Fears,
Dead Boys,
FM Einheit,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.