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 Armenia and from Accra.
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 Taipei and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Oneida to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Darondo,
The Slits,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Harpers Bizarre,
Godley & Creme,
CMW,
Rosa Yemen,
Anakelly,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
World's Most,
Desert Stars,
Eli Mardock,
Jeff Mills,
Quantec,
Duran Duran,
Roger Hodgson,
Erasure,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kerri Chandler,
Hasil Adkins,
Moby Grape,
Model 500,
One Last Wish,
La Düsseldorf,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fear,
Gang Green,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Doors,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ossler,
Black Moon,
Siglo XX,
Soft Cell,
Hoover,
Cameo,
Nick Fraelich,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Smiths,
Nik Kershaw,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eve St. Jones,
Easy Going,
Nirvana,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pere Ubu,
Eurythmics,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
R.M.O.,
Qualms,
A Certain Ratio,
Tubeway Army,
Monolake,
The Barracudas,
The Remains,
Newcleus,
Leonard Cohen,
Marvin Gaye,
The Count Five,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.