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 Philippines and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the rock 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 '70s.
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 Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Swans,
Skriet,
Chrome,
Con Funk Shun,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Absolute Body Control,
Theoretical Girls,
Slave,
Intrusion,
Jacques Brel,
Fatback Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Royal Trux,
Chris & Cosey,
AZ,
Camberwell Now,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soft Cell,
Cybotron,
Erykah Badu,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fugs,
The Stooges,
the Soft Cell,
Scion,
Mad Mike,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pantytec,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eric Copeland,
Curtis Mayfield,
Swell Maps,
The Walker Brothers,
Arcadia,
One Last Wish,
Fear,
Eric B and Rakim,
Hasil Adkins,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Moss Icon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roxette,
Public Enemy,
Spoonie Gee,
Gong,
Bad Manners,
Goldenarms,
Ken Boothe,
Scan 7,
Blancmange,
Rekid,
Tears for Fears,
Whodini,
Tom Boy,
kango's stein massive,
Cameo,
Tres Demented,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.