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 Burundi and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator 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 Joensuu 1685 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Tom Boy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Groovy Waters,
Livin' Joy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Camouflage,
The Slackers,
F. McDonald,
Erasure,
Joensuu 1685,
The Standells,
Crime,
Gong,
Echospace,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ken Boothe,
Accadde A,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sixth Finger,
10cc,
Jerry's Kids,
The Motions,
Liliput,
Sun City Girls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Basic Channel,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jacques Brel,
The Gories,
Guru Guru,
The Leaves,
Soul II Soul,
Rufus Thomas,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Birthday Party,
The Saints,
The Pretty Things,
Urselle,
Marvin Gaye,
Soft Cell,
Black Moon,
Hasil Adkins,
Juan Atkins,
Davy DMX,
The Durutti Column,
E-Dancer,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Pop Group,
Babytalk,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Maleditus Sound,
DNA,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Blancmange,
PIL,
X-102,
The Fire Engines,
The Modern Lovers,
The Grass Roots,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dave Gahan,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.