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 Czech Republic and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Lightning Bolt,
Sexual Harrassment,
Boogie Down Productions,
The United States of America,
The Black Dice,
Amon Düül,
Crooked Eye,
The Sonics,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Aswad,
Robert Hood,
Groovy Waters,
Erasure,
Khruangbin,
Bronski Beat,
Peter & Gordon,
Patti Smith,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jeff Lynne,
Nils Olav,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mad Mike,
Morten Harket,
The Birthday Party,
Juan Atkins,
Ohio Players,
Oblivians,
Carl Craig,
L. Decosne,
Wally Richardson,
Prince Buster,
Davy DMX,
Eyeless In Gaza,
T. Rex,
Aaron Thompson,
The Doors,
Junior Murvin,
Warsaw,
Letta Mbulu,
Soft Cell,
Alton Ellis,
Faraquet,
Mandrill,
Guru Guru,
Roxy Music,
The Remains,
Electric Prunes,
Bobby Byrd,
Ten City,
Max Romeo,
The Last Poets,
The Index,
Tim Buckley,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pierre Henry,
Derrick May,
Henry Cow,
the Swans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sixth Finger,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.