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 Argentina and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin 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 Lindisfarne 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Blake Baxter,
Unwound,
Kevin Saunderson,
Crime,
Con Funk Shun,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sarah Menescal,
Junior Murvin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
MDC,
Spandau Ballet,
Kenny Larkin,
Glambeats Corp.,
Intrusion,
Juan Atkins,
Amon Düül,
Nils Olav,
The Mojo Men,
Nas,
Matthew Halsall,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Aswad,
Bad Manners,
Faust,
Aaron Thompson,
James White and The Blacks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fugazi,
Average White Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bob Dylan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jeff Lynne,
Jeff Mills,
The Velvet Underground,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bootsy Collins,
the Normal,
Josef K,
Kurtis Blow,
Surgeon,
Letta Mbulu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
AZ,
Malaria!,
Pole,
Man Parrish,
Half Japanese,
Rapeman,
The Fire Engines,
World's Most,
Derrick Morgan,
Quantec,
Pantaleimon,
Urselle,
Public Enemy,
Whodini,
Isaac Hayes,
Lindisfarne,
Excepter,
the Soft Cell,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.