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 Lille.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Divine Comedy to the grime 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
The Vogues,
Freddie Wadling,
Icehouse,
Derrick May,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Qualms,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mo-Dettes,
Quadrant,
Saccharine Trust,
China Crisis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fugazi,
Eli Mardock,
L. Decosne,
Roy Ayers,
Harry Pussy,
the Soft Cell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marcia Griffiths,
a-ha,
John Holt,
Jesper Dahlback,
Laurel Aitken,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Isaac Hayes,
Pussy Galore,
Minny Pops,
Peter and Kerry,
Scratch Acid,
Accadde A,
Pulsallama,
Grauzone,
Bang On A Can,
The Pop Group,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Matthew Bourne,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pere Ubu,
Babytalk,
Neu!,
Chris & Cosey,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fear,
Roxy Music,
Sight & Sound,
Goldenarms,
Delta 5,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Oblivians,
Alison Limerick,
Ituana,
Boz Scaggs,
Soft Machine,
The Move,
Crime,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.