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 Qatar and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
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 synthesizer 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 Cecil Taylor to the dance 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Ultravox,
Soul II Soul,
Aural Exciters,
kango's stein massive,
Lou Reed,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Young Marble Giants,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Reagan Youth,
Boredoms,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Monks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
New Age Steppers,
Minor Threat,
X-Ray Spex,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Residents,
Hardrive,
Desert Stars,
Brick,
Fat Boys,
Reuben Wilson,
Bad Manners,
Los Fastidios,
Bill Near,
Agitation Free,
Oneida,
Jeff Lynne,
Smog,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Beau Brummels,
Sight & Sound,
Hasil Adkins,
Delta 5,
The Golliwogs,
Dawn Penn,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Liliput,
Echospace,
Matthew Halsall,
The Doobie Brothers,
In Retrospect,
Icehouse,
Faraquet,
Bush Tetras,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jacob Miller,
James White and The Blacks,
the Normal,
Adolescents,
Dennis Brown,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Remains,
Peter and Kerry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Angels of Light,
Swans,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.