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 Ireland and from Lagos.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 the Fania All-Stars to the rock 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
John Cale,
Vainqueur,
Alice Coltrane,
La Düsseldorf,
Faust,
Circle Jerks,
Deepchord,
Minny Pops,
Bad Manners,
Basic Channel,
Jacob Miller,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roxette,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fugs,
Country Teasers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Vladislav Delay,
The Sisters of Mercy,
X-Ray Spex,
Minor Threat,
DNA,
The Birthday Party,
Matthew Halsall,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Talk Talk,
Barry Ungar,
Barbara Tucker,
The Angels of Light,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Swans,
Barclay James Harvest,
New Order,
Tubeway Army,
Zapp,
Spoonie Gee,
Excepter,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bluetip,
T. Rex,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kas Product,
Supertramp,
The Invisible,
Don Cherry,
The Last Poets,
The Mummies,
Maleditus Sound,
Little Man,
Piero Umiliani,
Surgeon,
Sun City Girls,
Darondo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Grey Daturas,
The Stooges,
Animal Collective,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pantytec,
Black Bananas,
X-102,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.