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 Monaco and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Lille and Cairo.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Faraquet to the jazz 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Ultravox,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Curtis Mayfield,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Stooges,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bluetip,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fat Boys,
David Bowie,
F. McDonald,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
A Certain Ratio,
the Human League,
Lakeside,
Reuben Wilson,
Sun City Girls,
Moss Icon,
Ronan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Skriet,
Can,
Bronski Beat,
Crispy Ambulance,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
PIL,
Traffic Nightmare,
John Coltrane,
Bobby Womack,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Angry Samoans,
FM Einheit,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Los Fastidios,
The Standells,
Throbbing Gristle,
Prince Buster,
The Five Americans,
Henry Cow,
The Monks,
Man Parrish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
OOIOO,
Rotary Connection,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Al Stewart,
The Fortunes,
Soulsonic Force,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crooked Eye,
The Pop Group,
Brothers Johnson,
Supertramp,
The Saints,
Erykah Badu,
Bobby Sherman,
Janne Schatter,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.