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 Tanzania and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Heaven 17 to the techno 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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Bob Dylan,
The Seeds,
Angry Samoans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Dirtbombs,
The Misunderstood,
Sugar Minott,
Aswad,
The Searchers,
Cybotron,
Scientists,
Mr. Review,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Bar-Kays,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Aural Exciters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Thee Headcoats,
DJ Style,
Faust,
The Moleskins,
Boredoms,
Y Pants,
E-Dancer,
Amon Düül,
The American Breed,
Pole,
Josef K,
Royal Trux,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ronan,
Don Cherry,
Scratch Acid,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bill Wells,
Vainqueur,
Malaria!,
Ossler,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sällskapet,
Groovy Waters,
Fugazi,
Echospace,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
AZ,
Television,
Black Pus,
Magma,
Alison Limerick,
Yaz,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lower 48,
Cameo,
The Last Poets,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Sheep,
Joe Smooth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.