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 Chad and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Walker Brothers to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Essential Logic,
The Divine Comedy,
Josef K,
New Age Steppers,
Cluster,
The Stooges,
F. McDonald,
The Durutti Column,
Agitation Free,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Moss Icon,
The Beau Brummels,
The Velvet Underground,
Radiohead,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jeff Mills,
8 Eyed Spy,
Niagra,
Liliput,
Gang of Four,
Bad Manners,
Freddie Wadling,
Morten Harket,
Hoover,
Aural Exciters,
Marvin Gaye,
U.S. Maple,
The Raincoats,
Rakim,
Joyce Sims,
Kool Moe Dee,
Glambeats Corp.,
Man Parrish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Association,
X-101,
Arthur Verocai,
Althea and Donna,
Tubeway Army,
Boredoms,
Harpers Bizarre,
Echospace,
Byron Stingily,
Bronski Beat,
Traffic Nightmare,
Harmonia,
Swell Maps,
New Order,
Tommy Roe,
Public Image Ltd.,
B.T. Express,
Metal Thangz,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joe Smooth,
Bill Wells,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Babytalk,
Todd Terry,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.