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 Cameroon and from Madrid.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Accra.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Das Ding to the techno 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Excepter,
Radio Birdman,
Saccharine Trust,
Neil Young,
Isaac Hayes,
Chrome,
The Shadows of Knight,
Johnny Clarke,
Motorama,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Residents,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Associates,
Japan,
Wasted Youth,
B.T. Express,
Eve St. Jones,
Sound Behaviour,
Faust,
Sun Ra,
Radiohead,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marc Almond,
Boz Scaggs,
Man Parrish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cheater Slicks,
Young Marble Giants,
PIL,
Anakelly,
John Lydon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Buckinghams,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Seeds,
Monks,
The New Christs,
KRS-One,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Babytalk,
UT,
Echospace,
Guru Guru,
Lucky Dragons,
Scrapy,
Skriet,
Mandrill,
The Five Americans,
Jawbox,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Count Five,
Kurtis Blow,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ornette Coleman,
Donald Byrd,
The Barracudas,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.