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 Vanuatu and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Human League to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Ten City,
Spoonie Gee,
Arthur Verocai,
Tubeway Army,
Glenn Branca,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Neil Young,
Scrapy,
The Index,
Blake Baxter,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Henry Cow,
Arab on Radar,
Swans,
Juan Atkins,
The Wake,
The Names,
Funkadelic,
Reagan Youth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
T.S.O.L.,
Yellowson,
In Retrospect,
The Alarm Clocks,
Graham Central Station,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joey Negro,
Moby Grape,
Maleditus Sound,
Rotary Connection,
Max Romeo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mark Hollis,
Make Up,
Man Parrish,
The Young Rascals,
Throbbing Gristle,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Pus,
Hashim,
The Zeros,
kango's stein massive,
The Saints,
The Kinks,
Kas Product,
The Moody Blues,
Gong,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rapeman,
Ronnie Foster,
The Real Kids,
Pantaleimon,
The Gories,
Ice-T,
Suburban Knight,
KRS-One,
Kaleidoscope,
Slick Rick,
Alphaville,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.