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 Equatorial Guinea and from Mexico City.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 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 Lungfish to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Flamin' Groovies,
Boz Scaggs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Monks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Toni Rubio,
The Pretty Things,
Janne Schatter,
Sister Nancy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Yusef Lateef,
Crispy Ambulance,
Slick Rick,
Bill Wells,
Minutemen,
Judy Mowatt,
Sarah Menescal,
Essential Logic,
the Swans,
The Motions,
CMW,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Moebius,
Donald Byrd,
Fela Kuti,
Scratch Acid,
Jesper Dahlback,
Minor Threat,
The Saints,
Marcia Griffiths,
Amon Düül,
The Star Department,
Rosa Yemen,
Leonard Cohen,
LL Cool J,
Saccharine Trust,
Funkadelic,
Swans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Sound,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Raincoats,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Youth Brigade,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Selecter,
Kool Moe Dee,
Absolute Body Control,
The Smiths,
Public Enemy,
MC5,
The Black Dice,
Bang On A Can,
Goldenarms,
Ludus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Alison Limerick,
Chris & Cosey,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ralphi Rosario,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.