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 Malawi and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the 808 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 Chocolate Watch Band to the techno 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba 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 mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Charles Mingus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pylon,
Theoretical Girls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Youth Brigade,
Deadbeat,
Vladislav Delay,
Monks,
UT,
Piero Umiliani,
Iggy Pop,
The United States of America,
The Tremeloes,
Newcleus,
Lakeside,
Shoche,
Janne Schatter,
Magma,
Hot Snakes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fuzztones,
Silicon Teens,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sugar Minott,
OOIOO,
Lee Hazlewood,
X-101,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Doors,
Arthur Verocai,
Kurtis Blow,
Terry Callier,
Rites of Spring,
Sun Ra,
James White and The Blacks,
Young Marble Giants,
Panda Bear,
Big Daddy Kane,
Todd Terry,
La Düsseldorf,
Visage,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Desert Stars,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eric Dolphy,
Joensuu 1685,
Quantec,
Masters at Work,
MDC,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Colin Newman,
Nik Kershaw,
Metal Thangz,
Jeff Mills,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Coltrane,
Albert Ayler,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.