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 Egypt and from Toronto.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Martian to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Gregory Isaacs,
Can,
Black Bananas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Piero Umiliani,
Visage,
Whodini,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Monochrome Set,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Metal Thangz,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tears for Fears,
Brass Construction,
Ice-T,
Public Enemy,
Dark Day,
The Victims,
The Busters,
10cc,
Kaleidoscope,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Faraquet,
Youth Brigade,
The Motions,
Au Pairs,
the Soft Cell,
Wally Richardson,
The United States of America,
Harry Pussy,
Nick Fraelich,
8 Eyed Spy,
Franke,
Desert Stars,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rites of Spring,
Joensuu 1685,
The Litter,
Average White Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
48th St. Collective,
Andrew Hill,
Cecil Taylor,
Boredoms,
Essential Logic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Supertramp,
The Techniques,
Theoretical Girls,
the Sonics,
Monolake,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Index,
The New Christs,
Erykah Badu,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.