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 Palau and from Toronto.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator 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 Crash Course in Science to the rap 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Alton Ellis,
The Human League,
Ludus,
JFA,
Bill Wells,
Rod Modell,
the Bar-Kays,
Cluster,
Harpers Bizarre,
Al Stewart,
Sex Pistols,
the Human League,
Bad Manners,
Flash Fearless,
The Smiths,
Robert Görl,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Skatalites,
Roy Ayers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sandy B,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bootsy Collins,
Buzzcocks,
48th St. Collective,
Outsiders,
Tres Demented,
Donny Hathaway,
Crime,
Soft Cell,
Oblivians,
Warsaw,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Flag,
Rites of Spring,
Anakelly,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rhythm & Sound,
KRS-One,
DNA,
Arthur Verocai,
Basic Channel,
Thee Headcoats,
Lou Christie,
Robert Wyatt,
Groovy Waters,
The Mojo Men,
Barbara Tucker,
The J.B.'s,
Kas Product,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sonic Youth,
The Names,
Wolf Eyes,
Howard Jones,
DJ Sneak,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Chrome,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.