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 Turkmenistan and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 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 Don Cherry to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Cybotron,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wings,
Andrew Hill,
Camberwell Now,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ludus,
Fela Kuti,
Derrick Morgan,
Erasure,
Grey Daturas,
Ponytail,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Neu!,
Skaos,
Harry Pussy,
Radiohead,
Tomorrow,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Real Kids,
Barclay James Harvest,
Alphaville,
Banda Bassotti,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Terry Callier,
Underground Resistance,
Schoolly D,
Index,
Erykah Badu,
Bauhaus,
Rufus Thomas,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Modern Lovers,
the Germs,
X-Ray Spex,
Steve Hackett,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bootsy Collins,
Dead Boys,
Unrelated Segments,
PIL,
John Holt,
Brick,
Livin' Joy,
Country Teasers,
Freddie Wadling,
Lakeside,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Young Rascals,
Charles Mingus,
Boogie Down Productions,
Quantec,
The Doors,
The Smiths,
The Busters,
Ten City,
Eden Ahbez,
Mantronix,
Mad Mike,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.