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 Bolivia and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba 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 Scratch Acid to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ultra Naté,
Nils Olav,
Sugar Minott,
The Leaves,
Gastr Del Sol,
The United States of America,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Minutemen,
The Slackers,
New Age Steppers,
Crash Course in Science,
Joe Smooth,
Kool Moe Dee,
Urselle,
Bad Manners,
The Kinks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
48th St. Collective,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Newcleus,
Loose Ends,
China Crisis,
The American Breed,
These Immortal Souls,
Model 500,
Terrestrial Tones,
Vladislav Delay,
The Remains,
Morten Harket,
Index,
Kerri Chandler,
Hardrive,
Jerry's Kids,
Surgeon,
CMW,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Association,
The Vogues,
the Swans,
Q65,
H. Thieme,
Peter and Kerry,
Bobby Sherman,
Cymande,
The Grass Roots,
Lungfish,
Adolescents,
Reagan Youth,
The Slits,
L. Decosne,
Anakelly,
Quando Quango,
Boz Scaggs,
Niagra,
Howard Jones,
Reuben Wilson,
Bauhaus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.