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 Czech Republic and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 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 DNA to the jazz 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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Hashim,
The Victims,
Wire,
The Velvet Underground,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bill Near,
Lalann,
Scan 7,
Lou Reed,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Foxx,
Dual Sessions,
Soulsonic Force,
Electric Prunes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Cramps,
Traffic Nightmare,
ABBA,
The Invisible,
Spandau Ballet,
Maurizio,
Carl Craig,
Skriet,
Mo-Dettes,
Eric Copeland,
Iggy Pop,
Lakeside,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Leaves,
MDC,
Andrew Hill,
Cybotron,
Inner City,
The Angels of Light,
Rakim,
The Pop Group,
Anthony Braxton,
Grandmaster Flash,
Stereo Dub,
Black Pus,
PIL,
Drive Like Jehu,
Camberwell Now,
Laurel Aitken,
Magazine,
The Grass Roots,
Johnny Clarke,
Thompson Twins,
The Happenings,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fear,
The Searchers,
Morten Harket,
Maleditus Sound,
Kerri Chandler,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bootsy Collins,
Fatback Band,
The Moody Blues,
Freddie Wadling,
Minor Threat,
the Swans,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.