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 Guyana and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer 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 John Foxx to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Groovy Waters,
Black Sheep,
Freddie Wadling,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Gap Band,
Brick,
Leonard Cohen,
Rotary Connection,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Matthew Halsall,
The Last Poets,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Todd Rundgren,
Monks,
Agent Orange,
Alice Coltrane,
Maurizio,
Reuben Wilson,
Essential Logic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bootsy Collins,
the Normal,
Minny Pops,
Michelle Simonal,
Cybotron,
The Slits,
ABC,
Dead Boys,
Isaac Hayes,
Gang Starr,
R.M.O.,
Duran Duran,
LL Cool J,
Wire,
The Knickerbockers,
Jacques Brel,
Crispy Ambulance,
Icehouse,
Lalann,
Stereo Dub,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Parry Music,
Deakin,
Black Pus,
The Leaves,
In Retrospect,
Spoonie Gee,
Soulsonic Force,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Beau Brummels,
Drive Like Jehu,
Massinfluence,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bill Wells,
Don Cherry,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.