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 Kuwait and from Hong Kong.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Slave to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Morten Harket,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
David McCallum,
Surgeon,
Babytalk,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Underground Resistance,
The Doors,
the Sonics,
The Pretty Things,
Leonard Cohen,
Pantytec,
The Trojans,
Kaleidoscope,
U.S. Maple,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Crash Course in Science,
Godley & Creme,
Bobby Womack,
the Slits,
Amazonics,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Normal,
Lee Hazlewood,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Subhumans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Tremeloes,
Pere Ubu,
Delta 5,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pharoah Sanders,
T.S.O.L.,
Franke,
Fat Boys,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Alphaville,
Pulsallama,
Arthur Verocai,
Qualms,
Aural Exciters,
Los Fastidios,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Country Teasers,
Brothers Johnson,
Kerrie Biddell,
D'Angelo,
Connie Case,
Excepter,
Mark Hollis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Make Up,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pole,
Zero Boys,
The Dirtbombs,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.