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 Czech Republic and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron 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 Section 25 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Duran Duran,
The Standells,
The Residents,
Arthur Verocai,
Scan 7,
Neu!,
Ronan,
Chris & Cosey,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Monolake,
The Shadows of Knight,
Loose Ends,
the Slits,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tim Buckley,
Isaac Hayes,
JFA,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Danielle Patucci,
Intrusion,
Desert Stars,
The Associates,
The Gories,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Stiv Bators,
Black Pus,
The Grass Roots,
Altered Images,
Eric B and Rakim,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
L. Decosne,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Howard Jones,
Nico,
Organ,
Tomorrow,
The Moody Blues,
The Busters,
The Gap Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Animal Collective,
Surgeon,
The American Breed,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gil Scott Heron,
Blossom Toes,
Cybotron,
Moss Icon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
China Crisis,
Barry Ungar,
Gang Starr,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Martian,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
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.