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 Ireland and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
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 rhodes 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 Alphaville to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nas,
Vladislav Delay,
David McCallum,
the Sonics,
Sex Pistols,
Marvin Gaye,
Half Japanese,
Howard Jones,
The Doobie Brothers,
Suicide,
Symarip,
Joensuu 1685,
Cheater Slicks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Depeche Mode,
The Leaves,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Gories,
The Sound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Urselle,
Los Fastidios,
The Walker Brothers,
Ken Boothe,
Bobby Sherman,
Basic Channel,
B.T. Express,
Dennis Brown,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Robert Görl,
Harmonia,
The Mojo Men,
Bill Near,
Scientists,
Althea and Donna,
Eric Copeland,
Amon Düül,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pet Shop Boys,
Charles Mingus,
Peter and Kerry,
Y Pants,
Nils Olav,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Kinks,
Brand Nubian,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gerry Rafferty,
David Axelrod,
Eric Dolphy,
The Happenings,
Morten Harket,
The Stooges,
The Mummies,
Hot Snakes,
Theoretical Girls,
Swell Maps,
Mission of Burma,
John Coltrane,
John Foxx,
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.