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 Afghanistan and from Stockholm.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro 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 Urselle to the techno 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Grey Daturas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Robert Görl,
Con Funk Shun,
Fad Gadget,
Judy Mowatt,
the Soft Cell,
John Foxx,
Young Marble Giants,
Terry Callier,
Moss Icon,
Harry Pussy,
Radio Birdman,
Scion,
The Sound,
Lee Hazlewood,
Thee Headcoats,
Subhumans,
Gichy Dan,
Alton Ellis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Modern Lovers,
Kerri Chandler,
Hot Snakes,
Blake Baxter,
Mandrill,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dual Sessions,
Eli Mardock,
Jandek,
Kayak,
Crime,
U.S. Maple,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gang Starr,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Harmonia,
Technova,
The Count Five,
Jacques Brel,
Gerry Rafferty,
Oblivians,
Alice Coltrane,
The Real Kids,
John Coltrane,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Index,
MC5,
The Pretty Things,
China Crisis,
Fat Boys,
The Human League,
Frankie Knuckles,
Average White Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sam Rivers,
Prince Buster,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.