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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Radio Birdman,
Brothers Johnson,
Chris & Cosey,
Eric B and Rakim,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pagans,
Boredoms,
Maleditus Sound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
L. Decosne,
Bluetip,
Glambeats Corp.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Barracudas,
Make Up,
Roxette,
John Coltrane,
This Heat,
Toni Rubio,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fatback Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Unwound,
The Music Machine,
Don Cherry,
Camouflage,
Fad Gadget,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joe Finger,
Stiv Bators,
Arcadia,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Brand Nubian,
The Angels of Light,
The Mojo Men,
Tim Buckley,
Tubeway Army,
Funky Four + One,
Ultravox,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
New York Dolls,
One Last Wish,
La Düsseldorf,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Invisible,
Juan Atkins,
Kurtis Blow,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marc Almond,
Throbbing Gristle,
Spoonie Gee,
Davy DMX,
Avey Tare,
Magma,
The Monks,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.