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 South Africa and from Winnipeg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Thee Headcoats to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Das Ding,
Banda Bassotti,
Technova,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eden Ahbez,
Davy DMX,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jeff Lynne,
Amon Düül,
Barrington Levy,
The Moleskins,
Tom Boy,
Pussy Galore,
The Red Krayola,
Gang of Four,
Public Enemy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Toasters,
Mission of Burma,
Nation of Ulysses,
Popol Vuh,
Soft Cell,
Lou Christie,
Frankie Knuckles,
Maleditus Sound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lebanon Hanover,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Saccharine Trust,
The Busters,
The Black Dice,
The Doors,
Underground Resistance,
Au Pairs,
New Order,
The Dirtbombs,
John Cale,
The Knickerbockers,
Yaz,
Gong,
Mark Hollis,
Zero Boys,
Royal Trux,
Whodini,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Aaron Thompson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Grey Daturas,
Skarface,
Drexciya,
Joyce Sims,
Rekid,
One Last Wish,
Amazonics,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Foxx,
Avey Tare,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.