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 El Salvador and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Inner City to the rap 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Los Fastidios,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Alphaville,
Khruangbin,
Kurtis Blow,
Kool Moe Dee,
Theoretical Girls,
L. Decosne,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Kinks,
Peter & Gordon,
Joe Smooth,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bush Tetras,
Jeff Mills,
Sugar Minott,
The Sound,
The Slits,
Minny Pops,
Morten Harket,
Sonic Youth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
H. Thieme,
The Litter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soul Sonic Force,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
PIL,
The Tremeloes,
Monks,
Niagra,
The Associates,
Deepchord,
E-Dancer,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Chrome,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Brick,
Henry Cow,
Eli Mardock,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Misunderstood,
June of 44,
The American Breed,
Basic Channel,
Blake Baxter,
Wolf Eyes,
Cheater Slicks,
Groovy Waters,
The Searchers,
Drexciya,
The Blues Magoos,
Section 25,
Minnie Riperton,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tropical Tobacco,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
kango's stein massive,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.