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 Burkina and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Sly & The Family Stone 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Groovy Waters,
Mark Hollis,
Harmonia,
Ralphi Rosario,
Unrelated Segments,
Scan 7,
Agent Orange,
Bad Manners,
The Sound,
Nirvana,
The Star Department,
The Buckinghams,
Letta Mbulu,
Half Japanese,
kango's stein massive,
The Gories,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kaleidoscope,
DJ Sneak,
Vainqueur,
Sam Rivers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fela Kuti,
Alphaville,
Magma,
Blossom Toes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lower 48,
Boredoms,
David McCallum,
The Standells,
Black Bananas,
Pussy Galore,
Soft Cell,
Chrome,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Aswad,
Leonard Cohen,
Mad Mike,
Gong,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Beau Brummels,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crime,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bang On A Can,
Hasil Adkins,
Sun Ra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soulsonic Force,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Remains,
This Heat,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Names,
Infiniti,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.