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 Russia and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer 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 La Düsseldorf to the electroclash 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Sexual Harrassment,
Peter & Gordon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dark Day,
Flash Fearless,
Archie Shepp,
Flamin' Groovies,
Delta 5,
Wings,
World's Most,
Maleditus Sound,
the Swans,
DJ Style,
Iggy Pop,
Scrapy,
Banda Bassotti,
Panda Bear,
Crooked Eye,
Model 500,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lee Hazlewood,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dual Sessions,
Eric Copeland,
Altered Images,
Fugazi,
Dawn Penn,
the Human League,
Ultravox,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Au Pairs,
Ohio Players,
Underground Resistance,
Johnny Osbourne,
Radiohead,
Deakin,
Sun Ra,
Wire,
The Slits,
Brothers Johnson,
cv313,
Kaleidoscope,
Ten City,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
8 Eyed Spy,
Morten Harket,
Grandmaster Flash,
Schoolly D,
Todd Terry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soft Cell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Buzzcocks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bill Wells,
Outsiders,
Sonny Sharrock,
Hot Snakes,
Isaac Hayes,
Massinfluence,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.