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 Barbados and from Philadelphia.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba 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 Minny Pops to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Prince Buster,
Erykah Badu,
Gong,
Thee Headcoats,
Pierre Henry,
Tim Buckley,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wolf Eyes,
K-Klass,
Dave Gahan,
Aswad,
Dawn Penn,
Japan,
Chrome,
Sister Nancy,
La Düsseldorf,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Sound,
Negative Approach,
Liliput,
The Slackers,
Suburban Knight,
D'Angelo,
The Victims,
Aloha Tigers,
cv313,
F. McDonald,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scratch Acid,
Groovy Waters,
Grey Daturas,
Ituana,
Ludus,
Country Teasers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Peter and Kerry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fuzztones,
Accadde A,
Public Enemy,
L. Decosne,
Angry Samoans,
The Last Poets,
The Mummies,
Yaz,
Fluxion,
Bang On A Can,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Janne Schatter,
Howard Jones,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roxy Music,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cymande,
Slick Rick,
R.M.O.,
Icehouse,
Tommy Roe,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Index,
Roger Hodgson,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.