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 Sri Lanka and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro 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 Joyce Sims to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
The Flesh Eaters,
Robert Wyatt,
Main Source,
Tubeway Army,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kevin Saunderson,
June of 44,
Dark Day,
Simply Red,
the Fania All-Stars,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Divine Comedy,
Monolake,
Traffic Nightmare,
Delta 5,
Gang Green,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Warren Ellis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Smog,
The Monks,
Jacques Brel,
EPMD,
The Mummies,
Erasure,
The Wake,
Lindisfarne,
Brothers Johnson,
Danielle Patucci,
China Crisis,
Brick,
Minny Pops,
Ossler,
Laurel Aitken,
The Cure,
Michelle Simonal,
Cheater Slicks,
Supertramp,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Basic Channel,
Crispy Ambulance,
Absolute Body Control,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sexual Harrassment,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Searchers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Chris Corsano,
Tom Boy,
Fear,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Arcadia,
Sight & Sound,
The Gap Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
X-101,
Minor Threat,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.