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 Panama and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Boz Scaggs to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Model 500,
Second Layer,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Bar-Kays,
Oneida,
Supertramp,
The Beau Brummels,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Magma,
Pet Shop Boys,
UT,
The Black Dice,
The Zeros,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Moebius,
L. Decosne,
The Cramps,
Mr. Review,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Basic Channel,
Sex Pistols,
Cymande,
Aaron Thompson,
Heaven 17,
June of 44,
Lyres,
Toni Rubio,
The Residents,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dark Day,
Tomorrow,
Robert Wyatt,
Symarip,
Con Funk Shun,
Excepter,
Youth Brigade,
The Techniques,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Leonard Cohen,
Niagra,
Ultravox,
Ludus,
Au Pairs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dual Sessions,
Television Personalities,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Carl Craig,
Wolf Eyes,
John Lydon,
Yazoo,
The Sound,
Schoolly D,
the Slits,
Soulsonic Force,
Todd Rundgren,
The Durutti Column,
Sällskapet,
Kaleidoscope,
Eden Ahbez,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.