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 Cuba and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 ABC 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
The Sound,
Saccharine Trust,
Skaos,
Barclay James Harvest,
AZ,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mark Hollis,
Subhumans,
Nico,
U.S. Maple,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Khruangbin,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Vladislav Delay,
Hot Snakes,
Zapp,
Peter and Kerry,
Steve Hackett,
This Heat,
Severed Heads,
Gang Starr,
Bluetip,
Leonard Cohen,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Monochrome Set,
Yusef Lateef,
Dawn Penn,
Tubeway Army,
The Dead C,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
X-101,
Deadbeat,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
June of 44,
Black Sheep,
a-ha,
The Grass Roots,
Crime,
Eddi Front,
Zero Boys,
The Saints,
Matthew Bourne,
Aswad,
Bush Tetras,
Rekid,
The Count Five,
Qualms,
The Mummies,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Alison Limerick,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Knickerbockers,
These Immortal Souls,
Yellowson,
Lakeside,
Infiniti,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jerry's Kids,
Roxette,
Q and Not U,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.