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 Zambia and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 T. Rex 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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Scientists,
Harpers Bizarre,
T. Rex,
Make Up,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lalann,
Fugazi,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Danielle Patucci,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Radiohead,
Eurythmics,
Harry Pussy,
Black Flag,
EPMD,
Cameo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Agitation Free,
Lindisfarne,
Reagan Youth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Unrelated Segments,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marine Girls,
kango's stein massive,
Drive Like Jehu,
Radio Birdman,
Throbbing Gristle,
Derrick May,
The Misunderstood,
The Cowsills,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Junior Murvin,
Big Daddy Kane,
Anakelly,
Maleditus Sound,
Avey Tare,
Albert Ayler,
Vainqueur,
The Saints,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Warren Ellis,
Soft Cell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Yellowson,
Masters at Work,
Sam Rivers,
Model 500,
Max Romeo,
Rakim,
Jawbox,
Circle Jerks,
Arthur Verocai,
Zero Boys,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bauhaus,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.