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 Switzerland and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Rotary Connection to the grunge 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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Nik Kershaw,
Japan,
Quando Quango,
Carl Craig,
Crash Course in Science,
Boz Scaggs,
JFA,
The Doors,
Byron Stingily,
Lightning Bolt,
Sister Nancy,
Make Up,
Delta 5,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Susan Cadogan,
Mark Hollis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Minutemen,
The Seeds,
Loose Ends,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Funkadelic,
DJ Style,
The Moleskins,
Young Marble Giants,
Kas Product,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Blues Magoos,
Symarip,
Skriet,
Ohio Players,
The Leaves,
Ice-T,
Glambeats Corp.,
Y Pants,
Rotary Connection,
Pere Ubu,
Rosa Yemen,
Kurtis Blow,
Intrusion,
Traffic Nightmare,
Brand Nubian,
EPMD,
Darondo,
Dave Gahan,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Tremeloes,
Tubeway Army,
Ituana,
KRS-One,
Pagans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Clear Light,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tears for Fears,
The Sound,
UT,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.