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 Nicaragua and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Japan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pet Shop Boys,
Matthew Bourne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Albert Ayler,
Khruangbin,
Flash Fearless,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Maleditus Sound,
Roy Ayers,
Unwound,
Brothers Johnson,
MDC,
Curtis Mayfield,
John Holt,
the Association,
Mary Jane Girls,
Oblivians,
Joey Negro,
John Cale,
The American Breed,
Joy Division,
Half Japanese,
Morten Harket,
Fugazi,
The Fire Engines,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Mummies,
Derrick May,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Soft Cell,
Angry Samoans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Deakin,
Brand Nubian,
Amon Düül,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wire,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Easy Going,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pulsallama,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Five Americans,
The Raincoats,
Hot Snakes,
Camouflage,
Sight & Sound,
ABC,
Japan,
Avey Tare,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Sound,
The Selecter,
The Young Rascals,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.