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 Georgia and from Cairo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Colin Newman to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Khruangbin,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pantaleimon,
The Dead C,
Moebius,
Deepchord,
The Associates,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Monolake,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rotary Connection,
Minny Pops,
The Velvet Underground,
The Young Rascals,
The Doobie Brothers,
MC5,
Black Sheep,
Robert Görl,
Derrick Morgan,
Fatback Band,
Liliput,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
MDC,
Guru Guru,
Second Layer,
Cybotron,
Cameo,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Sonics,
Negative Approach,
John Holt,
Junior Murvin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Reagan Youth,
Adolescents,
David McCallum,
Connie Case,
Basic Channel,
La Düsseldorf,
Supertramp,
The Modern Lovers,
Boz Scaggs,
Ronnie Foster,
Ten City,
Arthur Verocai,
Gang of Four,
June Days,
Danielle Patucci,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ossler,
The Beau Brummels,
Sandy B,
Outsiders,
Pylon,
Scrapy,
Radio Birdman,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.