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 Czech Republic and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Camouflage to the dance 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Icehouse,
John Holt,
Althea and Donna,
Au Pairs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tres Demented,
The Detroit Cobras,
Depeche Mode,
Rotary Connection,
Parry Music,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Neon Judgement,
John Lydon,
The Real Kids,
The Dirtbombs,
JFA,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soft Machine,
Cybotron,
Aswad,
EPMD,
Fugazi,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dorothy Ashby,
James White and The Blacks,
Bill Wells,
Bad Manners,
Goldenarms,
Camberwell Now,
LL Cool J,
Eric Copeland,
Rhythm & Sound,
Outsiders,
Dennis Brown,
Theoretical Girls,
The Slits,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bob Dylan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Banda Bassotti,
Shuggie Otis,
Traffic Nightmare,
Monks,
Warren Ellis,
E-Dancer,
Sex Pistols,
Sixth Finger,
Echospace,
Jandek,
Tomorrow,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Donald Byrd,
Crime,
Yusef Lateef,
PIL,
Easy Going,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.