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 South Africa and from New York.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb 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 Busters to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ronan,
The Walker Brothers,
The Gladiators,
Roxette,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Velvet Underground,
Girls At Our Best!,
Carl Craig,
Arcadia,
Oblivians,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
48th St. Collective,
the Soft Cell,
Schoolly D,
Andrew Hill,
Model 500,
Pantaleimon,
Shuggie Otis,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Real Kids,
Babytalk,
Young Marble Giants,
The Cowsills,
June Days,
Godley & Creme,
Nico,
The Selecter,
Section 25,
Boogie Down Productions,
Aloha Tigers,
Smog,
Panda Bear,
Sonic Youth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Television,
Crash Course in Science,
Mr. Review,
Outsiders,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Techniques,
Crime,
The American Breed,
T.S.O.L.,
Camouflage,
Organ,
the Normal,
Lucky Dragons,
Supertramp,
Cabaret Voltaire,
X-101,
Gabor Szabo,
The Divine Comedy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Newcleus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wings,
Crispy Ambulance,
Von Mondo,
Kas Product,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.