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 Andorra and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Qualms to the dance 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Section 25,
The Invisible,
Youth Brigade,
The Golliwogs,
The Last Poets,
Pantaleimon,
U.S. Maple,
Swans,
Q65,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
CMW,
The Zeros,
Marvin Gaye,
Barrington Levy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Harry Pussy,
Yaz,
Kevin Saunderson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soul II Soul,
Camouflage,
Agitation Free,
The Music Machine,
New Age Steppers,
One Last Wish,
Sarah Menescal,
Girls At Our Best!,
Howard Jones,
Black Bananas,
Quantec,
Minny Pops,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Inner City,
Mo-Dettes,
Siglo XX,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Count Five,
Intrusion,
Roger Hodgson,
Franke,
The Doors,
10cc,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cecil Taylor,
Neil Young,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gong,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Fall,
Scion,
Bronski Beat,
Stetsasonic,
Oneida,
The Fortunes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Josef K,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.