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 Vietnam and from Glasgow.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the snare 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 Erykah Badu to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sällskapet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Slits,
World's Most,
Masters at Work,
Talk Talk,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Motorama,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rites of Spring,
Visage,
Iggy Pop,
Flamin' Groovies,
Absolute Body Control,
Quadrant,
Erykah Badu,
Pole,
The Real Kids,
Matthew Bourne,
Jesper Dahlback,
Glenn Branca,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Stockholm Monsters,
Outsiders,
Junior Murvin,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eve St. Jones,
LL Cool J,
The Sonics,
Brothers Johnson,
Hardrive,
Swans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
ABC,
The New Christs,
The Gap Band,
The Young Rascals,
Ken Boothe,
The Modern Lovers,
Soft Machine,
U.S. Maple,
Inner City,
Girls At Our Best!,
June of 44,
The Offenders,
Joyce Sims,
Robert Wyatt,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Big Daddy Kane,
Suburban Knight,
Von Mondo,
The Gun Club,
The Grass Roots,
Alphaville,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.