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 Netherlands and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Quando Quango to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Schoolly D,
Yusef Lateef,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Henry Cow,
Livin' Joy,
K-Klass,
Heaven 17,
Eyeless In Gaza,
New York Dolls,
The Techniques,
Lalann,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pole,
H. Thieme,
Hasil Adkins,
Mark Hollis,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Von Mondo,
Todd Rundgren,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ultra Naté,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nation of Ulysses,
Peter & Gordon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Mummies,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Reagan Youth,
Lungfish,
Ultravox,
Scan 7,
Tres Demented,
The Cure,
Darondo,
Suburban Knight,
The Blackbyrds,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Smoke,
John Holt,
Fela Kuti,
Fad Gadget,
The Electric Prunes,
Deakin,
Archie Shepp,
Robert Görl,
Charles Mingus,
Albert Ayler,
Roger Hodgson,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Sheep,
The Dead C,
Tears for Fears,
Make Up,
Nirvana,
Sun Ra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Slick Rick,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Underground Resistance,
John Cale,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.