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 Oman and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Mars,
DJ Style,
Siglo XX,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kenny Larkin,
The Modern Lovers,
Fad Gadget,
This Heat,
OOIOO,
Derrick Morgan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Skaos,
Ultravox,
Minny Pops,
Ornette Coleman,
Chrome,
The Human League,
Ossler,
X-102,
Sonny Sharrock,
Delta 5,
Depeche Mode,
PIL,
Maleditus Sound,
Erykah Badu,
Minnie Riperton,
MDC,
The Remains,
Pylon,
Lou Reed,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tubeway Army,
Marc Almond,
Con Funk Shun,
Fatback Band,
The Sound,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bluetip,
Basic Channel,
Gabor Szabo,
Hasil Adkins,
Flamin' Groovies,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Sight & Sound,
The Sonics,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joe Finger,
Warren Ellis,
Angry Samoans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Arab on Radar,
Brass Construction,
Joy Division,
Jandek,
The Cramps,
Q65,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.