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 Nauru and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
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 808 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 Bobby Womack to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Eurythmics,
Parry Music,
Newcleus,
Boredoms,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Walker Brothers,
Roy Ayers,
Robert Görl,
Bluetip,
UT,
Lower 48,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roger Hodgson,
Subhumans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Donny Hathaway,
ABC,
Jacob Miller,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marc Almond,
Underground Resistance,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Anthony Braxton,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Cowsills,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kaleidoscope,
Slave,
Deadbeat,
The Raincoats,
Judy Mowatt,
AZ,
The Wake,
Minnie Riperton,
Ken Boothe,
Icehouse,
The Residents,
Reuben Wilson,
Joe Finger,
The Zeros,
Q and Not U,
MC5,
Inner City,
Supertramp,
Agent Orange,
Tres Demented,
China Crisis,
The Misunderstood,
Black Flag,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Average White Band,
Tom Boy,
Toni Rubio,
Warren Ellis,
Idris Muhammad,
Dennis Brown,
Slick Rick,
Black Moon,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.