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 Uruguay and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
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 oboe 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 Joyce Sims to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Ultra Naté,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Arcadia,
Audionom,
48th St. Collective,
X-102,
The Kinks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Television Personalities,
Shoche,
Soft Cell,
Camberwell Now,
Japan,
Derrick Morgan,
Juan Atkins,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Nik Kershaw,
The Shadows of Knight,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eric Dolphy,
The Sound,
The Buckinghams,
Sixth Finger,
China Crisis,
Cymande,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Desert Stars,
Prince Buster,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Beau Brummels,
Isaac Hayes,
Brick,
the Soft Cell,
Suburban Knight,
Lou Reed,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dennis Brown,
Vladislav Delay,
Icehouse,
Maurizio,
Cluster,
Idris Muhammad,
The Motions,
Eric B and Rakim,
Johnny Clarke,
Robert Görl,
Dark Day,
Banda Bassotti,
Leonard Cohen,
Hoover,
Al Stewart,
Von Mondo,
Severed Heads,
The Divine Comedy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joey Negro,
Bush Tetras,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Y Pants,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.