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 Sierra Leone and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Amazonics to the jazz 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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
48th St. Collective,
Yazoo,
Main Source,
Gang Gang Dance,
Deadbeat,
Niagra,
Iggy Pop,
the Human League,
Subhumans,
Easy Going,
Scan 7,
Nico,
The Velvet Underground,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Steve Hackett,
The Searchers,
The Pretty Things,
John Holt,
Stetsasonic,
Fela Kuti,
Bush Tetras,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roxette,
Aloha Tigers,
Minnie Riperton,
Tres Demented,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Sheep,
Panda Bear,
Aswad,
Sugar Minott,
The Slits,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Porter Ricks,
Janne Schatter,
Freddie Wadling,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gang Green,
Ultimate Spinach,
Glambeats Corp.,
June of 44,
Arcadia,
Kas Product,
The Saints,
Carl Craig,
Chris Corsano,
Tomorrow,
June Days,
Bootsy Collins,
Cameo,
Y Pants,
Ice-T,
Cheater Slicks,
Matthew Halsall,
The Detroit Cobras,
Todd Terry,
Hot Snakes,
The Zeros,
Warsaw,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eric Copeland,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.