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 Maldives and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the dance 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Flash Fearless,
Oneida,
Bobby Sherman,
Zapp,
DJ Style,
Swans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nas,
Funkadelic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Index,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ornette Coleman,
The Seeds,
The Barracudas,
Soft Cell,
MDC,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Arcadia,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Invisible,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
David Bowie,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Happenings,
Janne Schatter,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Misunderstood,
Niagra,
The Monochrome Set,
Barbara Tucker,
Organ,
Brothers Johnson,
The Standells,
Oblivians,
A Certain Ratio,
Monolake,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Crispian St. Peters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wally Richardson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
James White and The Blacks,
Altered Images,
Black Pus,
Robert Hood,
La Düsseldorf,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ituana,
Bobby Byrd,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Byron Stingily,
Das Ding,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.