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 Solomon Islands and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ossler to the rap 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Matthew Bourne,
Urselle,
Aural Exciters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Symarip,
Roger Hodgson,
Pulsallama,
Janne Schatter,
Franke,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobby Byrd,
Pierre Henry,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dave Gahan,
The Human League,
Tres Demented,
Pantaleimon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Mojo Men,
Sight & Sound,
One Last Wish,
Sandy B,
China Crisis,
Yusef Lateef,
The Kinks,
Amon Düül,
Toni Rubio,
Bill Near,
Pharoah Sanders,
Johnny Clarke,
Kenny Larkin,
Anthony Braxton,
Marc Almond,
Desert Stars,
Bill Wells,
Andrew Hill,
The Walker Brothers,
Goldenarms,
New Age Steppers,
Peter and Kerry,
Quantec,
Tropical Tobacco,
Animal Collective,
Minny Pops,
Lalo Schifrin,
The New Christs,
Prince Buster,
Skarface,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kool Moe Dee,
Arthur Verocai,
The Motions,
Stereo Dub,
The Divine Comedy,
Depeche Mode,
The Music Machine,
The Monochrome Set,
T. Rex,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dawn Penn,
Gang of Four,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.