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 Kenya and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Desert Stars to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus 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 a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Kurtis Blow,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Residents,
Masters at Work,
Silicon Teens,
One Last Wish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rapeman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Max Romeo,
ABBA,
Moby Grape,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rosa Yemen,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Japan,
the Normal,
Audionom,
The Five Americans,
Stiv Bators,
the Bar-Kays,
the Soft Cell,
Amazonics,
The Real Kids,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tommy Roe,
Jandek,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bobby Byrd,
Pet Shop Boys,
Yaz,
Joey Negro,
Siglo XX,
Terry Callier,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Henry Cow,
Susan Cadogan,
Essential Logic,
Barrington Levy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sonic Youth,
X-Ray Spex,
Hot Snakes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Flamin' Groovies,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
June Days,
Talk Talk,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fatback Band,
Delta 5,
The Remains,
the Fania All-Stars,
Adolescents,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.