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 Malaysia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Cabaret Voltaire to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
The Divine Comedy,
Average White Band,
The Residents,
Pierre Henry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Chris Corsano,
Half Japanese,
Robert Hood,
Mandrill,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tubeway Army,
Anthony Braxton,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kayak,
The Saints,
Maurizio,
Brothers Johnson,
Chris & Cosey,
Agent Orange,
The Red Krayola,
Fat Boys,
Urselle,
The Knickerbockers,
Oblivians,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pole,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Index,
Neil Young,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
D'Angelo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Stetsasonic,
The Smoke,
Dawn Penn,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bush Tetras,
The Standells,
Arthur Verocai,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marcia Griffiths,
T.S.O.L.,
The Seeds,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Barbara Tucker,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Human League,
Slick Rick,
Johnny Clarke,
Grey Daturas,
Ohio Players,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gichy Dan,
Mo-Dettes,
Nils Olav,
Make Up,
Sam Rivers,
Dark Day,
Mission of Burma,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.