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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Barrington Levy to the disco 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Pet Shop Boys,
Negative Approach,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crispy Ambulance,
Darondo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kool Moe Dee,
Janne Schatter,
KRS-One,
Shoche,
Joyce Sims,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Remains,
Loose Ends,
Fela Kuti,
Aaron Thompson,
Ice-T,
Livin' Joy,
Crooked Eye,
Black Flag,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Second Layer,
The Vogues,
Bang On A Can,
Depeche Mode,
Wasted Youth,
Mr. Review,
Accadde A,
Au Pairs,
Dawn Penn,
MDC,
Qualms,
The Slits,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Smoke,
Q and Not U,
Boredoms,
Angry Samoans,
Sam Rivers,
The Electric Prunes,
Interpol,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Blackbyrds,
Boz Scaggs,
Sonic Youth,
Dark Day,
EPMD,
Brand Nubian,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lakeside,
Flash Fearless,
Black Pus,
Todd Terry,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Human League,
Sister Nancy,
Soft Machine,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.