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 Pakistan and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Saints to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tropical Tobacco,
Essential Logic,
Skarface,
Lindisfarne,
Tres Demented,
Mars,
Q and Not U,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Bananas,
Bobby Byrd,
Excepter,
The Electric Prunes,
Yusef Lateef,
DJ Sneak,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dark Day,
Young Marble Giants,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Associates,
Scrapy,
The Standells,
Niagra,
PIL,
Panda Bear,
Joensuu 1685,
Dennis Brown,
Barry Ungar,
Desert Stars,
The New Christs,
Hoover,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Qualms,
Neil Young,
MDC,
Nirvana,
Slick Rick,
Public Enemy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cheater Slicks,
Fatback Band,
New Age Steppers,
Subhumans,
Joey Negro,
Cameo,
Rod Modell,
Second Layer,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Magazine,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Swans,
Judy Mowatt,
Alice Coltrane,
Wasted Youth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Stooges,
Dorothy Ashby,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Brothers Johnson,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.