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 Ukraine and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the rap 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Anakelly,
Liliput,
Mary Jane Girls,
X-101,
Con Funk Shun,
Leonard Cohen,
Quantec,
Rod Modell,
Inner City,
The Gap Band,
Unwound,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Sheep,
Amon Düül II,
Ultravox,
Fluxion,
David McCallum,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kas Product,
June of 44,
Piero Umiliani,
Reuben Wilson,
The Velvet Underground,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dave Gahan,
Mark Hollis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Skarface,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Angels of Light,
Underground Resistance,
The Smoke,
Sparks,
Animal Collective,
Slave,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
New York Dolls,
Cheater Slicks,
The Music Machine,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Das Ding,
The Gladiators,
Sound Behaviour,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jeff Mills,
Mr. Review,
Ornette Coleman,
F. McDonald,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Brass Construction,
Nils Olav,
Arab on Radar,
Minutemen,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ituana,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Knickerbockers,
H. Thieme,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.