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 Turkmenistan and from Houston.
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 Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Lou Reed 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Radiohead,
Model 500,
E-Dancer,
La Düsseldorf,
Sandy B,
The Selecter,
The Five Americans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Matthew Bourne,
Michelle Simonal,
Pantytec,
Q and Not U,
Mandrill,
Minor Threat,
Supertramp,
Zero Boys,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Slits,
Alice Coltrane,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Skaos,
Eli Mardock,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Letta Mbulu,
Susan Cadogan,
Laurel Aitken,
Shoche,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Litter,
Kevin Saunderson,
Franke,
Jeff Lynne,
Amazonics,
Section 25,
Roxy Music,
Kas Product,
Mission of Burma,
The Kinks,
The Smiths,
Yusef Lateef,
Can,
Loose Ends,
Outsiders,
Nick Fraelich,
Accadde A,
Stetsasonic,
Soul Sonic Force,
John Holt,
The Pop Group,
Radio Birdman,
Unrelated Segments,
A Certain Ratio,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.