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 Jamaica and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ 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 Sexual Harrassment to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crispian St. Peters,
Charles Mingus,
Clear Light,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ultra Naté,
World's Most,
Q65,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Unrelated Segments,
Second Layer,
Heaven 17,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Vogues,
Khruangbin,
The Gap Band,
Gabor Szabo,
K-Klass,
Panda Bear,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rapeman,
Swans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bluetip,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bootsy Collins,
Mars,
Kaleidoscope,
Crooked Eye,
Bauhaus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tom Boy,
Trumans Water,
Minor Threat,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tommy Roe,
AZ,
Magma,
Man Eating Sloth,
Yusef Lateef,
Cluster,
David Bowie,
Man Parrish,
Rites of Spring,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Slick Rick,
David McCallum,
Ralphi Rosario,
Average White Band,
ABC,
Dark Day,
Mo-Dettes,
New York Dolls,
Deakin,
Letta Mbulu,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Gories,
B.T. Express,
The Fuzztones,
Easy Going,
The Stooges,
Magazine,
The Fall,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.