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 Vanuatu and from New York.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ 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 Cameo to the crunk 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Desert Stars,
Kenny Larkin,
T.S.O.L.,
Agitation Free,
Sun City Girls,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Knickerbockers,
Mars,
Warren Ellis,
The Associates,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Selecter,
Pere Ubu,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
T. Rex,
Ossler,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Amon Düül,
Joyce Sims,
Nirvana,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Toni Rubio,
Lungfish,
the Germs,
Mo-Dettes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Motions,
Barbara Tucker,
Tom Boy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Circle Jerks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
F. McDonald,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Techniques,
Bootsy Collins,
Kool Moe Dee,
June Days,
the Bar-Kays,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Qualms,
The Velvet Underground,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Anthony Braxton,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scan 7,
Bauhaus,
The Move,
Chrome,
Boz Scaggs,
Chris & Cosey,
Tubeway Army,
The Slackers,
Skarface,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.