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 Somalia and from Lille.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum 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 Radiohead to the electroclash 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
EPMD,
FM Einheit,
The Kinks,
Cymande,
Swell Maps,
Quando Quango,
ABBA,
Intrusion,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Leonard Cohen,
Andrew Hill,
Lakeside,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
T. Rex,
Reuben Wilson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Siglo XX,
Tommy Roe,
Cybotron,
Kenny Larkin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bad Manners,
Sarah Menescal,
Pet Shop Boys,
Yazoo,
Rapeman,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hasil Adkins,
Kerri Chandler,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Juan Atkins,
Colin Newman,
The Dave Clark Five,
Franke,
Rhythm & Sound,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Alphaville,
The Electric Prunes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The J.B.'s,
Severed Heads,
Harry Pussy,
Black Sheep,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wally Richardson,
Barbara Tucker,
The Grass Roots,
Excepter,
Dennis Brown,
Johnny Clarke,
Bobby Sherman,
The Gun Club,
the Normal,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Smoke,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Remains,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.