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 Namibia and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum 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 Marvin Gaye to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Arthur Verocai,
Tomorrow,
New Age Steppers,
The Young Rascals,
Mr. Review,
Yazoo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Neil Young,
The Music Machine,
Livin' Joy,
The Fire Engines,
Gichy Dan,
Terrestrial Tones,
A Certain Ratio,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ken Boothe,
Bush Tetras,
Symarip,
John Cale,
Tropical Tobacco,
Grey Daturas,
Whodini,
Easy Going,
Magma,
Reagan Youth,
Barrington Levy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marc Almond,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Dead C,
Cybotron,
The Names,
Blossom Toes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Alarm Clocks,
Maleditus Sound,
Jacob Miller,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Toasters,
Sun Ra,
Michelle Simonal,
Joensuu 1685,
Anakelly,
the Germs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jandek,
Stereo Dub,
Flipper,
Howard Jones,
The Raincoats,
The Smoke,
Audionom,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Vainqueur,
Reuben Wilson,
Schoolly D,
Danielle Patucci,
The Techniques,
U.S. Maple,
Eli Mardock,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.