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 Tonga and from Mexico City.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eurythmics to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Urselle,
D'Angelo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joy Division,
Fela Kuti,
Johnny Clarke,
Skriet,
LL Cool J,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Barrington Levy,
The Real Kids,
Ultimate Spinach,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Spoonie Gee,
James White and The Blacks,
Boredoms,
Janne Schatter,
The Barracudas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tears for Fears,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pet Shop Boys,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Index,
48th St. Collective,
The Blackbyrds,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pole,
Wasted Youth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Soft Cell,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eli Mardock,
Severed Heads,
Grauzone,
The Fire Engines,
Josef K,
Sam Rivers,
Rekid,
Hot Snakes,
Steve Hackett,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Khruangbin,
Gang Starr,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Amon Düül,
Deakin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crash Course in Science,
The Techniques,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Supertramp,
Sun Ra,
The Raincoats,
Black Moon,
Angry Samoans,
Pylon,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.