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 Kuwait and from Cairo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Groovy Waters to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fugazi,
Maurizio,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Robert Wyatt,
Joe Finger,
Depeche Mode,
The Names,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ponytail,
Zero Boys,
Organ,
The Remains,
Chris Corsano,
Cal Tjader,
Godley & Creme,
New York Dolls,
The New Christs,
Harry Pussy,
Easy Going,
Black Moon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Piero Umiliani,
Goldenarms,
Radio Birdman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
LL Cool J,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pet Shop Boys,
Silicon Teens,
Newcleus,
Black Sheep,
In Retrospect,
Delon & Dalcan,
Andrew Hill,
Sarah Menescal,
Magazine,
Y Pants,
Eddi Front,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Black Pus,
Wally Richardson,
Japan,
Barry Ungar,
Yusef Lateef,
FM Einheit,
Colin Newman,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Soft Cell,
Carl Craig,
AZ,
The Human League,
Icehouse,
Sparks,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.