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 Lithuania and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba 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 Bizarre Inc. to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
The Saints,
Outsiders,
Ponytail,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Walker Brothers,
The Victims,
cv313,
Von Mondo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Bananas,
Cybotron,
The Fuzztones,
Audionom,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Residents,
Nick Fraelich,
Sun Ra,
Lalo Schifrin,
Robert Wyatt,
Blancmange,
Duran Duran,
Youth Brigade,
Pole,
Animal Collective,
Index,
Ken Boothe,
Subhumans,
The Angels of Light,
Pulsallama,
Bootsy Collins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Barbara Tucker,
Lucky Dragons,
Average White Band,
Pussy Galore,
The Associates,
Wire,
The Human League,
Ludus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The New Christs,
Tom Boy,
Letta Mbulu,
Aswad,
The Techniques,
Motorama,
Severed Heads,
Spoonie Gee,
Connie Case,
K-Klass,
UT,
Altered Images,
DJ Sneak,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jacob Miller,
Tim Buckley,
Tropical Tobacco,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Blossom Toes,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.