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 Norway and from Accra.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin 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 Hoover to the rap 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Warren Ellis,
The Skatalites,
The Dave Clark Five,
Negative Approach,
Kaleidoscope,
Kas Product,
Public Image Ltd.,
Aloha Tigers,
Faraquet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Los Fastidios,
Pussy Galore,
Chris Corsano,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Invisible,
Rapeman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rotary Connection,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sex Pistols,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Terry Callier,
The Evens,
The Angels of Light,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ponytail,
Pulsallama,
Massinfluence,
John Holt,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ken Boothe,
Fear,
Oneida,
Scratch Acid,
John Cale,
Excepter,
Lucky Dragons,
Silicon Teens,
Pierre Henry,
The Misunderstood,
Yazoo,
Robert Görl,
Technova,
La Düsseldorf,
F. McDonald,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mad Mike,
Marmalade,
Masters at Work,
Maurizio,
Public Enemy,
Ralphi Rosario,
June Days,
Eric Copeland,
Carl Craig,
Yusef Lateef,
Magma,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Moleskins,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.