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 Qatar and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the marimba 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Japan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Derrick May,
Lightning Bolt,
June Days,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
cv313,
Warsaw,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Human League,
Duran Duran,
The Index,
Metal Thangz,
Marmalade,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Pus,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Dave Clark Five,
David Axelrod,
The Sound,
The Human League,
ABC,
Fat Boys,
Wally Richardson,
Slave,
Delon & Dalcan,
Vainqueur,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fortunes,
Leonard Cohen,
Mary Jane Girls,
Siglo XX,
Oneida,
Curtis Mayfield,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ossler,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dead Boys,
FM Einheit,
The Monks,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobby Womack,
The Smiths,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Terry Callier,
Minor Threat,
The Gories,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gang Starr,
Underground Resistance,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Graham Central Station,
Masters at Work,
Chris & Cosey,
Easy Going,
Bootsy Collins,
Desert Stars,
Radiohead,
Matthew Bourne,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.