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 Sweden 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Second Layer to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Von Mondo,
Television Personalities,
Faraquet,
Byron Stingily,
Quadrant,
Derrick Morgan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
PIL,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gang Green,
The Victims,
Ken Boothe,
Schoolly D,
Dave Gahan,
LL Cool J,
Intrusion,
Pussy Galore,
The Neon Judgement,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
La Düsseldorf,
Magma,
The Index,
Mark Hollis,
Supertramp,
Maurizio,
Eden Ahbez,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Infiniti,
Oneida,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Absolute Body Control,
Simply Red,
Sandy B,
Dorothy Ashby,
These Immortal Souls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gastr Del Sol,
China Crisis,
Drive Like Jehu,
Steve Hackett,
kango's stein massive,
The Wake,
Bronski Beat,
New York Dolls,
Soulsonic Force,
Quando Quango,
Isaac Hayes,
B.T. Express,
Cameo,
Los Fastidios,
Eddi Front,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Move,
Kurtis Blow,
The Moleskins,
Aaron Thompson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mission of Burma,
Thompson Twins,
Depeche Mode,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.