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 Switzerland and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Deadbeat,
Derrick May,
Letta Mbulu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Brick,
the Normal,
Liliput,
The Slits,
The Durutti Column,
Jacques Brel,
This Heat,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fela Kuti,
Mars,
E-Dancer,
Sun City Girls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Essential Logic,
Todd Rundgren,
Pylon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cecil Taylor,
Eden Ahbez,
The Raincoats,
Charles Mingus,
Newcleus,
The Gladiators,
Little Man,
Amazonics,
Tomorrow,
Faraquet,
Robert Hood,
Ludus,
Sight & Sound,
Desert Stars,
Gang of Four,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gang Green,
Scientists,
Goldenarms,
Gong,
Jesper Dahlback,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fire Engines,
D'Angelo,
Scan 7,
Vladislav Delay,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Iggy Pop,
Slick Rick,
Johnny Clarke,
China Crisis,
Lucky Dragons,
Arab on Radar,
Deakin,
Loose Ends,
Bill Wells,
Ornette Coleman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Flipper,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.