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 Panama and from London.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
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 sitar 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 Lindisfarne 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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kayak,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Saints,
the Sonics,
The Dave Clark Five,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Oneida,
H. Thieme,
The Martian,
Simply Red,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kool Moe Dee,
Franke,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Thee Headcoats,
The Walker Brothers,
Hardrive,
UT,
The Blues Magoos,
Eric B and Rakim,
OOIOO,
Pussy Galore,
JFA,
Cameo,
Public Enemy,
the Fania All-Stars,
E-Dancer,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Stiv Bators,
Iggy Pop,
Pharoah Sanders,
Porter Ricks,
The Real Kids,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sun Ra,
Amon Düül,
The Moleskins,
X-Ray Spex,
Josef K,
Absolute Body Control,
Khruangbin,
The Litter,
Derrick May,
Model 500,
Albert Ayler,
The Vogues,
The Fall,
the Normal,
Intrusion,
The Pop Group,
Jeff Mills,
Harry Pussy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tommy Roe,
Donald Byrd,
Sparks,
Susan Cadogan,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.