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 Pakistan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar 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 Second Layer to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Aloha Tigers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Graham Central Station,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobby Byrd,
The Sonics,
Ten City,
Radiohead,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ohio Players,
The Motions,
DJ Style,
Desert Stars,
The Gun Club,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Smoke,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Warsaw,
Blancmange,
Scratch Acid,
Eric Dolphy,
Malaria!,
Cybotron,
Delta 5,
Silicon Teens,
Slick Rick,
The Seeds,
The Kinks,
Dead Boys,
Judy Mowatt,
Liliput,
Man Eating Sloth,
Talk Talk,
The Busters,
David Axelrod,
Electric Prunes,
Colin Newman,
Public Image Ltd.,
Quadrant,
Erykah Badu,
Gabor Szabo,
Jeff Mills,
Au Pairs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Techniques,
Yaz,
Chris Corsano,
Sam Rivers,
Audionom,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ultimate Spinach,
Motorama,
X-Ray Spex,
Thompson Twins,
Bauhaus,
Essential Logic,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Neon Judgement,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.