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 Belize and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Visage to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Soft Cell,
Royal Trux,
Susan Cadogan,
The Evens,
The American Breed,
Ten City,
Girls At Our Best!,
X-102,
Spandau Ballet,
Letta Mbulu,
Fugazi,
Skriet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nico,
Faraquet,
The Cure,
Ultimate Spinach,
Alice Coltrane,
The Cramps,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Grey Daturas,
Excepter,
Steve Hackett,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sandy B,
Mo-Dettes,
Peter and Kerry,
Kaleidoscope,
ABBA,
Cal Tjader,
Soulsonic Force,
Brothers Johnson,
Thee Headcoats,
Funky Four + One,
John Coltrane,
Hashim,
Q and Not U,
The Fuzztones,
This Heat,
Ronan,
Janne Schatter,
The Litter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Golliwogs,
The Knickerbockers,
Eric Copeland,
Ohio Players,
Suburban Knight,
In Retrospect,
Judy Mowatt,
Junior Murvin,
Goldenarms,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.