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 Kazakhstan and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Carl Craig to the rock 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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cameo,
Tom Boy,
Silicon Teens,
MDC,
Ronnie Foster,
Vainqueur,
Basic Channel,
Janne Schatter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lucky Dragons,
The Beau Brummels,
Negative Approach,
Bobby Womack,
Peter and Kerry,
Nik Kershaw,
The Pretty Things,
Pagans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Blossom Toes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hardrive,
Surgeon,
Fear,
Youth Brigade,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Sound,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Robert Hood,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Normal,
Rites of Spring,
48th St. Collective,
Vladislav Delay,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Offenders,
The Young Rascals,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bronski Beat,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Moebius,
Josef K,
Rosa Yemen,
The Index,
China Crisis,
Alphaville,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mission of Burma,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Star Department,
Metal Thangz,
Bill Near,
The Fuzztones,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Germs,
Amon Düül,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.