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 Botswana and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Popol Vuh to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Roxette,
Bad Manners,
Yusef Lateef,
Traffic Nightmare,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Motions,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gichy Dan,
The Searchers,
June of 44,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
B.T. Express,
Piero Umiliani,
Deepchord,
Fat Boys,
Audionom,
Sandy B,
Talk Talk,
Severed Heads,
The Victims,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Star Department,
The Sound,
Nico,
Agitation Free,
Sarah Menescal,
The United States of America,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Hasil Adkins,
Joyce Sims,
Gang Starr,
a-ha,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Aaron Thompson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Golliwogs,
Scratch Acid,
The Angels of Light,
Eric Dolphy,
Circle Jerks,
Absolute Body Control,
Organ,
China Crisis,
Hardrive,
The Cowsills,
Kerrie Biddell,
Curtis Mayfield,
Quadrant,
Tres Demented,
Ituana,
Tomorrow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kas Product,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
T. Rex,
Chrome,
Country Teasers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gang Gang Dance,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.