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 Antigua and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb 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 Zapp to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
The Mummies,
Boz Scaggs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sound Behaviour,
Kas Product,
Leonard Cohen,
Tommy Roe,
Grey Daturas,
The Trojans,
U.S. Maple,
Stereo Dub,
Y Pants,
Sällskapet,
The Zeros,
The Standells,
The Residents,
Gichy Dan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rotary Connection,
Lalann,
The Wake,
Bluetip,
Danielle Patucci,
Swell Maps,
JFA,
The Saints,
Panda Bear,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Germs,
Crooked Eye,
The Music Machine,
Lakeside,
Saccharine Trust,
Outsiders,
the Swans,
Gabor Szabo,
Jerry's Kids,
Depeche Mode,
Au Pairs,
Jeff Mills,
Neu!,
Delta 5,
Cymande,
Robert Hood,
Brass Construction,
Supertramp,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Camberwell Now,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sexual Harrassment,
Magma,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hot Snakes,
Wings,
Thee Headcoats,
Ken Boothe,
Tomorrow,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
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.