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 Seychelles and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
The Fugs,
Ludus,
Robert Görl,
The Birthday Party,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Slits,
Scan 7,
Roxy Music,
Bobby Byrd,
Marine Girls,
Neu!,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rotary Connection,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cybotron,
The Misunderstood,
The Martian,
The Smoke,
Smog,
ABC,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cymande,
Max Romeo,
Gichy Dan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sandy B,
The Dirtbombs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Interpol,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Anakelly,
The Angels of Light,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Echospace,
Lungfish,
Grauzone,
The Pop Group,
The Evens,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eve St. Jones,
Terry Callier,
Panda Bear,
Lakeside,
Peter and Kerry,
Sister Nancy,
Suicide,
Harry Pussy,
Country Teasers,
Jacques Brel,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ossler,
Average White Band,
Funky Four + One,
Ralphi Rosario,
Monks,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Monks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Main Source,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.