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 St Lucia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro 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 Little Man to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
The Index,
Steve Hackett,
Black Bananas,
Smog,
Magma,
The Fire Engines,
The Cure,
The Moody Blues,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Parry Music,
Surgeon,
The Five Americans,
Hasil Adkins,
China Crisis,
Kurtis Blow,
Camouflage,
The Golliwogs,
Scientists,
T.S.O.L.,
Bang On A Can,
Vladislav Delay,
Brothers Johnson,
Soft Machine,
Idris Muhammad,
Dorothy Ashby,
Blancmange,
Reuben Wilson,
David Axelrod,
MC5,
The Divine Comedy,
Nirvana,
Half Japanese,
Dead Boys,
Dave Gahan,
Dual Sessions,
Howard Jones,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sonic Youth,
Brick,
Metal Thangz,
Roy Ayers,
The Human League,
AZ,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Mojo Men,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Throbbing Gristle,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Neil Young,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
UT,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Martian,
Outsiders,
Roxette,
the Slits,
Sparks,
The Kinks,
Bush Tetras,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Yusef Lateef,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.