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 Romania and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord 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 X-101 to the crunk 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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Crispy Ambulance,
David Axelrod,
The Flesh Eaters,
Stiv Bators,
Cecil Taylor,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
DJ Sneak,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Trojans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Amazonics,
Minny Pops,
The Searchers,
Interpol,
Roger Hodgson,
Sun Ra,
K-Klass,
Mission of Burma,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Slits,
Arab on Radar,
The Remains,
Danielle Patucci,
Tom Boy,
Pantytec,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gichy Dan,
Josef K,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Barclay James Harvest,
E-Dancer,
Tubeway Army,
Alton Ellis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Moby Grape,
This Heat,
Smog,
The Cowsills,
Marvin Gaye,
the Normal,
The Skatalites,
the Soft Cell,
Man Eating Sloth,
Malaria!,
U.S. Maple,
Fela Kuti,
Soft Machine,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marshall Jefferson,
Blossom Toes,
Yazoo,
Sam Rivers,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Star Department,
The Evens,
Siglo XX,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
T. Rex,
Byron Stingily,
Johnny Osbourne,
Harry Pussy,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.