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 Luxembourg and from Bremen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gladiators to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
The Electric Prunes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hashim,
The Selecter,
The Detroit Cobras,
Half Japanese,
Blossom Toes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deadbeat,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Glenn Branca,
X-101,
Eric Copeland,
Godley & Creme,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Birthday Party,
Flipper,
World's Most,
Von Mondo,
The Buckinghams,
The Residents,
Scott Walker,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crash Course in Science,
Joy Division,
The Five Americans,
Suicide,
the Germs,
Rotary Connection,
Rod Modell,
Rosa Yemen,
The Neon Judgement,
Johnny Osbourne,
Drexciya,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Faust,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Can,
Sam Rivers,
Radiopuhelimet,
June Days,
Shoche,
Bizarre Inc.,
Interpol,
The Young Rascals,
Hardrive,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Curtis Mayfield,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
FM Einheit,
Schoolly D,
Organ,
The Litter,
Slave,
Television Personalities,
The Sound,
Radio Birdman,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.