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 Moldova and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord 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 The Residents to the grime 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Stiv Bators,
The Five Americans,
Essential Logic,
Johnny Clarke,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Model 500,
Barclay James Harvest,
Masters at Work,
The Slackers,
The Zeros,
Toni Rubio,
Ten City,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gil Scott Heron,
Index,
Faust,
Hoover,
June Days,
Alice Coltrane,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hasil Adkins,
Pussy Galore,
Neil Young,
Amazonics,
Supertramp,
Albert Ayler,
Charles Mingus,
Infiniti,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crime,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Electric Light Orchestra,
T.S.O.L.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Section 25,
Tubeway Army,
Bad Manners,
Mad Mike,
Los Fastidios,
Duran Duran,
Fat Boys,
Desert Stars,
Michelle Simonal,
Derrick May,
Parry Music,
Morten Harket,
Animal Collective,
Drexciya,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Smog,
Sparks,
The Doors,
The Durutti Column,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fortunes,
Gang Green,
Icehouse,
The Electric Prunes,
Scan 7,
Vladislav Delay,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.