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 Nepal and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 the Sonics to the grunge 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Monks,
the Soft Cell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Todd Rundgren,
Dave Gahan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Index,
New York Dolls,
The Names,
The American Breed,
Procol Harum,
The Litter,
F. McDonald,
The Count Five,
The Electric Prunes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Drexciya,
The Zeros,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eric Dolphy,
Tom Boy,
Black Sheep,
Aloha Tigers,
Johnny Clarke,
Motorama,
Ken Boothe,
Soft Machine,
Subhumans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Desert Stars,
Eden Ahbez,
Babytalk,
Sparks,
Hot Snakes,
The Index,
Can,
Interpol,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Livin' Joy,
The J.B.'s,
Susan Cadogan,
Spoonie Gee,
Rod Modell,
Ohio Players,
Royal Trux,
Newcleus,
Minor Threat,
Kurtis Blow,
Television Personalities,
Jeff Lynne,
Q and Not U,
Skaos,
Alton Ellis,
The Slits,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Y Pants,
Loose Ends,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Aaron Thompson,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.