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 Dominica and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 clarinet 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 Ultra Naté to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Donald Byrd,
Wings,
Jandek,
Dennis Brown,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Yazoo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Aaron Thompson,
The Move,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scrapy,
The Motions,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Yaz,
ABBA,
Drexciya,
Icehouse,
Graham Central Station,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Index,
Nils Olav,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Popol Vuh,
Jimmy McGriff,
Q and Not U,
Oneida,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Doors,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hot Snakes,
Absolute Body Control,
L. Decosne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Vainqueur,
Peter and Kerry,
Swell Maps,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Theoretical Girls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Brass Construction,
The Tremeloes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pere Ubu,
a-ha,
Leonard Cohen,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Michelle Simonal,
EPMD,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Danielle Patucci,
The J.B.'s,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Associates,
Eddi Front,
Fear,
Cheater Slicks,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.