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 El Salvador and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
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 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 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 The Smoke to the grunge 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Goldenarms,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tropical Tobacco,
James White and The Blacks,
Yellowson,
Lindisfarne,
Tomorrow,
The Associates,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Essential Logic,
Jandek,
Intrusion,
X-101,
Japan,
Bauhaus,
Organ,
Ronan,
Jeff Mills,
Idris Muhammad,
The Gories,
Joy Division,
Black Moon,
Eli Mardock,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Freddie Wadling,
The Cure,
Hasil Adkins,
Mad Mike,
Boredoms,
Franke,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
ABBA,
EPMD,
Fad Gadget,
David Bowie,
Rosa Yemen,
Man Parrish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Golliwogs,
Silicon Teens,
Barrington Levy,
Pierre Henry,
The Fugs,
Warsaw,
Gichy Dan,
Albert Ayler,
Liliput,
Mary Jane Girls,
Darondo,
DJ Sneak,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kurtis Blow,
Faraquet,
Circle Jerks,
The Leaves,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dave Gahan,
Scratch Acid,
Von Mondo,
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.