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 Algeria and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Model 500 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Essential Logic,
Jeru the Damaja,
Alphaville,
Black Bananas,
Swell Maps,
The Shadows of Knight,
EPMD,
Siglo XX,
Sonic Youth,
The J.B.'s,
Saccharine Trust,
Bill Wells,
The Trojans,
the Soft Cell,
Blake Baxter,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eric Copeland,
Soft Cell,
Hardrive,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Count Five,
Scott Walker,
The Cramps,
The Flesh Eaters,
10cc,
In Retrospect,
Crooked Eye,
The Red Krayola,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Camouflage,
The Invisible,
These Immortal Souls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Associates,
H. Thieme,
Babytalk,
Sun City Girls,
Bill Near,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Iggy Pop,
Scientists,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Amon Düül,
Whodini,
Japan,
Mission of Burma,
Harry Pussy,
DJ Style,
Symarip,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Todd Terry,
Curtis Mayfield,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bauhaus,
Donald Byrd,
Soft Machine,
Malaria!,
The Dave Clark Five,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.