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 Netherlands and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro 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 Stereo Dub to the rap 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gang Gang Dance,
Grey Daturas,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ken Boothe,
Lakeside,
The Gun Club,
Eurythmics,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Television Personalities,
Blossom Toes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
June Days,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Model 500,
Au Pairs,
Derrick Morgan,
Yazoo,
Derrick May,
Hashim,
The Gladiators,
Flipper,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
David Bowie,
These Immortal Souls,
Dawn Penn,
The Monks,
Cal Tjader,
Youth Brigade,
The Beau Brummels,
The Cramps,
Flamin' Groovies,
Harmonia,
Q and Not U,
The Trojans,
The Five Americans,
Agent Orange,
Erykah Badu,
Boredoms,
The Young Rascals,
Kevin Saunderson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Human League,
Rapeman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bill Near,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sound Behaviour,
Ludus,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scientists,
The Shadows of Knight,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dave Gahan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.