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 Haiti and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator 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 The Star Department to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Stiv Bators,
The Gun Club,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Harpers Bizarre,
AZ,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Public Enemy,
Quando Quango,
Depeche Mode,
Eric B and Rakim,
Davy DMX,
Sun City Girls,
Neil Young,
The Moody Blues,
Iggy Pop,
The American Breed,
Prince Buster,
Bob Dylan,
the Swans,
Thompson Twins,
Arthur Verocai,
Idris Muhammad,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sonny Sharrock,
Panda Bear,
Dave Gahan,
Fatback Band,
Kas Product,
Crooked Eye,
Pagans,
The Seeds,
the Association,
The Remains,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bush Tetras,
Joe Smooth,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Smiths,
Radiohead,
Rapeman,
The Names,
Charles Mingus,
Dual Sessions,
Wings,
Joy Division,
Bill Near,
Lightning Bolt,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Make Up,
The Trojans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Parry Music,
Visage,
The Busters,
Supertramp,
Alton Ellis,
Soft Machine,
H. Thieme,
The New Christs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.