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 Eritrea and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Camouflage to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Robert Görl,
Marvin Gaye,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Cowsills,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Erasure,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mad Mike,
Glambeats Corp.,
Liliput,
Warsaw,
Kas Product,
Sight & Sound,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ronan,
Brass Construction,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joe Smooth,
Junior Murvin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nils Olav,
Panda Bear,
Deadbeat,
Iggy Pop,
Gichy Dan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ludus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
48th St. Collective,
the Human League,
Scott Walker,
The Young Rascals,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Von Mondo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bob Dylan,
Soulsonic Force,
Fat Boys,
Cluster,
Roger Hodgson,
Max Romeo,
Icehouse,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Severed Heads,
Visage,
The Blackbyrds,
Ponytail,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Smiths,
The Litter,
Lightning Bolt,
The Offenders,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Silicon Teens,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.