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 Angola and from Beijing.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb 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 Blake Baxter to the rock 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
The Dead C,
Inner City,
Derrick May,
Agitation Free,
Godley & Creme,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wolf Eyes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Colin Newman,
Ohio Players,
Minor Threat,
The Last Poets,
Slave,
Au Pairs,
Panda Bear,
The Wake,
The Divine Comedy,
Agent Orange,
Funky Four + One,
The Stooges,
OOIOO,
The Evens,
Bobby Sherman,
David McCallum,
The Kinks,
Aswad,
Cameo,
Max Romeo,
Pantytec,
Al Stewart,
Organ,
James White and The Blacks,
Stereo Dub,
Skarface,
Guru Guru,
Interpol,
Bizarre Inc.,
Con Funk Shun,
The Monks,
Warren Ellis,
EPMD,
The Busters,
Tomorrow,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rakim,
Sparks,
Bobby Byrd,
Lungfish,
DNA,
The Star Department,
One Last Wish,
AZ,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Quando Quango,
Swans,
Cheater Slicks,
The Fortunes,
Roxy Music,
Donald Byrd,
Talk Talk,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.