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 Kenya and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Michael McDonald 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
The Selecter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Average White Band,
Khruangbin,
Leonard Cohen,
David Axelrod,
The Velvet Underground,
The Detroit Cobras,
Brass Construction,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jesper Dahlback,
Charles Mingus,
The Standells,
Rapeman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lou Christie,
Dead Boys,
Sound Behaviour,
Public Enemy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Cale,
Essential Logic,
The Toasters,
Joyce Sims,
Sällskapet,
Jacob Miller,
Blancmange,
Youth Brigade,
Heaven 17,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fluxion,
Henry Cow,
Au Pairs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Zero Boys,
James White and The Blacks,
Joe Smooth,
Crooked Eye,
Little Man,
The Moody Blues,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Robert Wyatt,
The Golliwogs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kerrie Biddell,
Oneida,
Q and Not U,
Morten Harket,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hasil Adkins,
Masters at Work,
Fatback Band,
Inner City,
Cal Tjader,
The Pretty Things,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.