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 Greece and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
CMW,
Mr. Review,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fall,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Magazine,
Pantytec,
Barbara Tucker,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Talk Talk,
E-Dancer,
The Mighty Diamonds,
X-101,
Depeche Mode,
Soul Sonic Force,
New Order,
Freddie Wadling,
Todd Terry,
La Düsseldorf,
The Cure,
The Gladiators,
Ten City,
The Young Rascals,
Arab on Radar,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kas Product,
Pere Ubu,
Ultra Naté,
Anthony Braxton,
the Germs,
Excepter,
Youth Brigade,
Robert Wyatt,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Blake Baxter,
Terry Callier,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Intrusion,
Lebanon Hanover,
Unrelated Segments,
Kerri Chandler,
Groovy Waters,
The Sound,
The Tremeloes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Delta 5,
Marvin Gaye,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Prince Buster,
DJ Sneak,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
James White and The Blacks,
the Swans,
The Smoke,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Electric Prunes,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.