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 Bhutan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Joyce Sims to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
The Velvet Underground,
Von Mondo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Blancmange,
The Smiths,
Maurizio,
Marvin Gaye,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nik Kershaw,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Moebius,
Godley & Creme,
Newcleus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Camouflage,
Donald Byrd,
Arab on Radar,
Zero Boys,
Laurel Aitken,
Gil Scott Heron,
Arthur Verocai,
Das Ding,
Cymande,
Deakin,
Sun City Girls,
Radiohead,
Roxy Music,
Depeche Mode,
Pantaleimon,
Peter & Gordon,
China Crisis,
The Gladiators,
Girls At Our Best!,
New Order,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
EPMD,
Bobby Sherman,
Alton Ellis,
The Sonics,
James White and The Blacks,
Stetsasonic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Funkadelic,
John Foxx,
Robert Wyatt,
The Wake,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pussy Galore,
Brand Nubian,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marmalade,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mad Mike,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.