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 Brazil and from Manila.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the crunk 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sun City Girls,
Magazine,
Josef K,
Silicon Teens,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dave Gahan,
Crime,
Rekid,
Rod Modell,
Con Funk Shun,
The Stooges,
Skriet,
Camberwell Now,
Gabor Szabo,
Malaria!,
The Moleskins,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Reuben Wilson,
The Buckinghams,
The Beau Brummels,
Wolf Eyes,
PIL,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joey Negro,
Symarip,
DJ Style,
Liliput,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Janne Schatter,
Albert Ayler,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
DJ Sneak,
Terry Callier,
Zero Boys,
Cymande,
Dennis Brown,
Ice-T,
Electric Prunes,
Masters at Work,
Blancmange,
Lucky Dragons,
the Swans,
Alphaville,
Aloha Tigers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ken Boothe,
Gong,
Adolescents,
The Real Kids,
Andrew Hill,
Charles Mingus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Peter & Gordon,
Fad Gadget,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Doors,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sexual Harrassment,
Roxette,
Slick Rick,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.