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 Ecuador and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron 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 June of 44 to the disco 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
The J.B.'s,
Letta Mbulu,
Fear,
The Dirtbombs,
Crash Course in Science,
Michelle Simonal,
Ronan,
Silicon Teens,
Ultravox,
K-Klass,
Patti Smith,
Nils Olav,
Suburban Knight,
Moebius,
The Toasters,
The Shadows of Knight,
MDC,
FM Einheit,
Cameo,
Yaz,
Iggy Pop,
Prince Buster,
Terry Callier,
Robert Wyatt,
Warren Ellis,
The Fuzztones,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jacob Miller,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Juan Atkins,
The Fortunes,
Soulsonic Force,
48th St. Collective,
The Offenders,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Isaac Hayes,
Television Personalities,
Gang Green,
Hardrive,
Pierre Henry,
Kayak,
Hoover,
Rakim,
DJ Sneak,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mary Jane Girls,
Brand Nubian,
Joensuu 1685,
The Remains,
Radio Birdman,
Maleditus Sound,
Pharoah Sanders,
Girls At Our Best!,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Banda Bassotti,
Rapeman,
Brothers Johnson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Theoretical Girls,
Model 500,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.