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 Zimbabwe and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 In Retrospect to the funk 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sun Ra,
MC5,
Dark Day,
Nils Olav,
Oneida,
Unrelated Segments,
The Grass Roots,
David Axelrod,
The Dirtbombs,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Pretty Things,
Moss Icon,
Negative Approach,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Sound,
Roxy Music,
Maleditus Sound,
Howard Jones,
JFA,
Pussy Galore,
Black Moon,
Black Sheep,
Liliput,
The Golliwogs,
Model 500,
Radio Birdman,
Mars,
Magma,
the Normal,
The Cramps,
Curtis Mayfield,
Siglo XX,
John Cale,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Morten Harket,
Sparks,
Surgeon,
Carl Craig,
Thompson Twins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Urselle,
Can,
Sly & The Family Stone,
U.S. Maple,
The United States of America,
Lou Christie,
Kenny Larkin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
New York Dolls,
Josef K,
Todd Terry,
Ultra Naté,
Dawn Penn,
Index,
Country Teasers,
Dave Gahan,
Infiniti,
48th St. Collective,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fugazi,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Intrusion,
Yazoo,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.