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 Tuvalu and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Duran Duran to the jazz 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Flash Fearless,
The Associates,
Fela Kuti,
Alison Limerick,
Sandy B,
Zapp,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soft Machine,
Rakim,
Ituana,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Derrick May,
Television,
Slick Rick,
The Fuzztones,
Ultravox,
Gil Scott Heron,
Camberwell Now,
R.M.O.,
Harry Pussy,
Accadde A,
Colin Newman,
Pole,
Wire,
The Martian,
Fear,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rufus Thomas,
The Evens,
Popol Vuh,
Gichy Dan,
The Fall,
Matthew Bourne,
Jacques Brel,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Pus,
8 Eyed Spy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Grey Daturas,
Marvin Gaye,
Buzzcocks,
Marmalade,
Harmonia,
kango's stein massive,
Ronnie Foster,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Supertramp,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Aaron Thompson,
the Bar-Kays,
Connie Case,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Gories,
Can,
the Slits,
Warsaw,
Duran Duran,
The Neon Judgement,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scratch Acid,
Excepter,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.