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 Norway and from Halifax.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Vainqueur to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
the Slits,
Bush Tetras,
Warren Ellis,
Robert Görl,
Crispian St. Peters,
Donald Byrd,
Zero Boys,
Sex Pistols,
Moebius,
Hasil Adkins,
Minutemen,
Soulsonic Force,
Lungfish,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joyce Sims,
Yazoo,
The Shadows of Knight,
a-ha,
MC5,
Jeff Lynne,
The Slackers,
Slave,
Con Funk Shun,
Mark Hollis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Y Pants,
The Zeros,
Joe Finger,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tubeway Army,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tres Demented,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Letta Mbulu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Can,
Fear,
Organ,
Aloha Tigers,
Joe Smooth,
Scientists,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fugazi,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Alton Ellis,
The Smoke,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lou Christie,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Robert Wyatt,
Scrapy,
Eurythmics,
Basic Channel,
In Retrospect,
Ronan,
Television Personalities,
The Wake,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ponytail,
The Human League,
New York Dolls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.