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 Finland and from New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe 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 Harry Pussy to the rock 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Moss Icon,
Nick Fraelich,
Gichy Dan,
Au Pairs,
The Music Machine,
The Count Five,
Ohio Players,
The Angels of Light,
Lou Christie,
Little Man,
The Victims,
Heaven 17,
The Shadows of Knight,
Loose Ends,
JFA,
Bang On A Can,
The Trojans,
Piero Umiliani,
Big Daddy Kane,
Aswad,
Josef K,
Con Funk Shun,
Ten City,
Bizarre Inc.,
8 Eyed Spy,
Shuggie Otis,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dark Day,
Kaleidoscope,
Jerry's Kids,
Harry Pussy,
Black Flag,
Nik Kershaw,
Hasil Adkins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Swans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Todd Terry,
Amazonics,
The Seeds,
Silicon Teens,
Magazine,
Zapp,
Janne Schatter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Arcadia,
A Certain Ratio,
Eve St. Jones,
The Moleskins,
The Buckinghams,
The Selecter,
Jacob Miller,
Sister Nancy,
Eric Dolphy,
Morten Harket,
Brass Construction,
Minor Threat,
Monolake,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.