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 Equatorial Guinea and from Edmonton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roxy Music,
The Music Machine,
Mark Hollis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Minutemen,
Neu!,
Slave,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Invisible,
Sound Behaviour,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scan 7,
Crash Course in Science,
Maleditus Sound,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fall,
Khruangbin,
Letta Mbulu,
Newcleus,
Simply Red,
Gregory Isaacs,
FM Einheit,
a-ha,
Black Pus,
Marc Almond,
Q and Not U,
Donny Hathaway,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gang Starr,
Pussy Galore,
Severed Heads,
A Certain Ratio,
Brand Nubian,
Essential Logic,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bronski Beat,
Slick Rick,
The Slackers,
Can,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Toni Rubio,
The Slits,
Lungfish,
Sun Ra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Swans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Brothers Johnson,
Desert Stars,
Average White Band,
Tom Boy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
David McCallum,
Dead Boys,
Matthew Halsall,
Pagans,
David Bowie,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.