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 Yemen and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the jazz 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Neil Young,
Bronski Beat,
Lakeside,
Ronnie Foster,
Underground Resistance,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sex Pistols,
Anthony Braxton,
FM Einheit,
Cymande,
Bootsy Collins,
The Associates,
Boredoms,
Sun City Girls,
Pantytec,
Grauzone,
The Fire Engines,
Jimmy McGriff,
Radio Birdman,
Icehouse,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soft Cell,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kas Product,
Brick,
The Sound,
June Days,
Fluxion,
Technova,
Depeche Mode,
Banda Bassotti,
Gong,
Joy Division,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Barclay James Harvest,
Johnny Clarke,
Silicon Teens,
Joe Finger,
Rakim,
Aloha Tigers,
La Düsseldorf,
Monks,
Jandek,
Saccharine Trust,
UT,
John Foxx,
The Fortunes,
Make Up,
Avey Tare,
Tears for Fears,
Wire,
Deadbeat,
The Fugs,
Minutemen,
Cybotron,
Fela Kuti,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Whodini,
Porter Ricks,
EPMD,
Trumans Water,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.