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 Philippines and from Accra.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Neil Young to the grunge 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Lakeside,
Rufus Thomas,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nick Fraelich,
Stockholm Monsters,
Index,
Mo-Dettes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Victims,
Guru Guru,
The Stooges,
Sex Pistols,
Moby Grape,
Wally Richardson,
10cc,
Nils Olav,
The Young Rascals,
Loose Ends,
Grauzone,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Minnie Riperton,
Hardrive,
Fad Gadget,
Lalann,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marcia Griffiths,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
FM Einheit,
Todd Rundgren,
Depeche Mode,
Con Funk Shun,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Misunderstood,
The Offenders,
Blossom Toes,
The Invisible,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Oneida,
Fear,
DJ Style,
the Sonics,
AZ,
The Trojans,
Colin Newman,
Andrew Hill,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bluetip,
Reuben Wilson,
Babytalk,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scan 7,
The Red Krayola,
F. McDonald,
Dennis Brown,
Japan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Khruangbin,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.