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 Guinea and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes 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 R.M.O. to the disco 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Iggy Pop,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kurtis Blow,
the Normal,
Hoover,
One Last Wish,
The Grass Roots,
Anthony Braxton,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ice-T,
Mr. Review,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Interpol,
The Birthday Party,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Masters at Work,
Drexciya,
The Knickerbockers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Technova,
Neu!,
Accadde A,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bill Near,
the Germs,
Scion,
Leonard Cohen,
Minny Pops,
Barrington Levy,
Rufus Thomas,
The Slackers,
Black Moon,
Sun Ra,
Ultra Naté,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Simply Red,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pere Ubu,
Sparks,
Roxy Music,
Von Mondo,
Cecil Taylor,
JFA,
Bobby Byrd,
Patti Smith,
Mantronix,
kango's stein massive,
David Axelrod,
Piero Umiliani,
Ituana,
Charles Mingus,
Crispian St. Peters,
CMW,
Main Source,
Swans,
X-101,
Das Ding,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.