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 Uzbekistan and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 The Doors to the punk 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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Spoonie Gee,
Nick Fraelich,
Aaron Thompson,
Charles Mingus,
Dave Gahan,
The United States of America,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Sheep,
Electric Prunes,
Visage,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Buckinghams,
Aloha Tigers,
Mandrill,
Mark Hollis,
AZ,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gerry Rafferty,
Basic Channel,
Altered Images,
Y Pants,
The Smiths,
Fluxion,
Reuben Wilson,
Johnny Clarke,
Fear,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Invisible,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Young Rascals,
T.S.O.L.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Max Romeo,
Ludus,
Absolute Body Control,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Arthur Verocai,
Infiniti,
the Swans,
Country Teasers,
Qualms,
Echospace,
Skriet,
Inner City,
Tom Boy,
The Mojo Men,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Matthew Bourne,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ornette Coleman,
kango's stein massive,
Pere Ubu,
Lightning Bolt,
48th St. Collective,
The Associates,
Howard Jones,
The Doors,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Trojans,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.