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 Cyprus and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 The Blackbyrds to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soulsonic Force,
The Associates,
The Walker Brothers,
Tom Boy,
Adolescents,
The Zeros,
The Barracudas,
Essential Logic,
Delon & Dalcan,
cv313,
Minny Pops,
Youth Brigade,
Oblivians,
Second Layer,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Gladiators,
Brick,
Alice Coltrane,
Patti Smith,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joyce Sims,
Ponytail,
Stereo Dub,
Skriet,
Wolf Eyes,
New Age Steppers,
The Black Dice,
Quadrant,
Ronan,
Parry Music,
Deakin,
Babytalk,
Pet Shop Boys,
Newcleus,
The Golliwogs,
Laurel Aitken,
Theoretical Girls,
Ultra Naté,
Maurizio,
Neu!,
The Shadows of Knight,
Susan Cadogan,
Kenny Larkin,
Johnny Clarke,
Archie Shepp,
Basic Channel,
The Cramps,
D'Angelo,
Eurythmics,
Los Fastidios,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mantronix,
Simply Red,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Japan,
The Selecter,
Unrelated Segments,
Sight & Sound,
Echospace,
Hot Snakes,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.