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 Kiribati and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sonny Sharrock,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Icehouse,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Todd Terry,
Godley & Creme,
Harmonia,
Inner City,
The Moleskins,
The Velvet Underground,
The Zeros,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Janne Schatter,
Ituana,
Mandrill,
Popol Vuh,
Goldenarms,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bush Tetras,
Intrusion,
The Associates,
The Dave Clark Five,
Harry Pussy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Franke,
Arcadia,
The Litter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pere Ubu,
the Human League,
The Human League,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
David Bowie,
Newcleus,
Angry Samoans,
Ultravox,
The Motions,
These Immortal Souls,
Alison Limerick,
Robert Görl,
Reagan Youth,
Alton Ellis,
Connie Case,
Liliput,
Parry Music,
John Cale,
Roxy Music,
Neil Young,
The Seeds,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Cure,
The Black Dice,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joe Finger,
Lower 48,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fat Boys,
Mo-Dettes,
Maleditus Sound,
Jeff Lynne,
Yaz,
New Order,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.