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 Sao Paulo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Morten Harket to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Joensuu 1685,
Cymande,
The Dead C,
The Invisible,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soulsonic Force,
The Detroit Cobras,
Albert Ayler,
Sam Rivers,
Neil Young,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Birthday Party,
Unwound,
Liliput,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bill Near,
Banda Bassotti,
Quando Quango,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jeru the Damaja,
Arcadia,
Accadde A,
CMW,
Pylon,
The Fuzztones,
Crispy Ambulance,
Grauzone,
Buzzcocks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
X-101,
Brothers Johnson,
The Barracudas,
Dark Day,
The Neon Judgement,
Dead Boys,
Delta 5,
Can,
Sun City Girls,
Hasil Adkins,
Urselle,
Kayak,
Darondo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lalo Schifrin,
Colin Newman,
Absolute Body Control,
Swell Maps,
Yellowson,
The Names,
Warsaw,
LL Cool J,
Agent Orange,
Robert Görl,
Freddie Wadling,
The Smiths,
Peter and Kerry,
Pagans,
Jandek,
The Skatalites,
Warren Ellis,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.