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 Qatar and from Mumbai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Jesper Dahlback to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Babytalk,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
MC5,
Ornette Coleman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eli Mardock,
Deakin,
Harpers Bizarre,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fugazi,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Buckinghams,
Electric Prunes,
The Zeros,
Hot Snakes,
Matthew Halsall,
Anakelly,
OOIOO,
Altered Images,
Buzzcocks,
Wasted Youth,
The Alarm Clocks,
Faraquet,
Icehouse,
Sister Nancy,
Pulsallama,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Barrington Levy,
Pole,
Tres Demented,
Isaac Hayes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Popol Vuh,
Black Bananas,
The Techniques,
Outsiders,
Kayak,
Chrome,
UT,
New Order,
Gabor Szabo,
X-102,
The Black Dice,
Duran Duran,
ABBA,
Shoche,
Livin' Joy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Yusef Lateef,
Sandy B,
The Selecter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marvin Gaye,
Throbbing Gristle,
Todd Rundgren,
The Pretty Things,
Lou Reed,
Urselle,
Banda Bassotti,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.