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 Jordan and from Portland.
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 Bologna and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Barrington Levy to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Robert Görl,
Neu!,
The Birthday Party,
Youth Brigade,
Josef K,
Soft Machine,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Erykah Badu,
The Five Americans,
Zapp,
A Certain Ratio,
Ludus,
The Fall,
Model 500,
The Cramps,
Country Teasers,
Sparks,
Skaos,
Archie Shepp,
Rod Modell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Big Daddy Kane,
Steve Hackett,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scratch Acid,
Siglo XX,
Depeche Mode,
FM Einheit,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tom Boy,
Todd Terry,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crispian St. Peters,
Altered Images,
Arab on Radar,
Sixth Finger,
Erasure,
Boz Scaggs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Andrew Hill,
Underground Resistance,
Saccharine Trust,
Marvin Gaye,
Soul II Soul,
Alphaville,
Ponytail,
Ultravox,
Quadrant,
Technova,
Fluxion,
Au Pairs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Matthew Halsall,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
8 Eyed Spy,
Accadde A,
The Pretty Things,
Pulsallama,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.