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 Tunisia and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the funk 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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Trojans,
Darondo,
Barbara Tucker,
the Slits,
Robert Wyatt,
Masters at Work,
This Heat,
The Leaves,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Black Dice,
Robert Hood,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lou Reed,
AZ,
Delon & Dalcan,
Thompson Twins,
Niagra,
Whodini,
The Sound,
Organ,
Crash Course in Science,
Judy Mowatt,
Jacques Brel,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nas,
Nik Kershaw,
Con Funk Shun,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Sonics,
Absolute Body Control,
Eric Copeland,
Lower 48,
Bobby Womack,
Kaleidoscope,
Desert Stars,
Motorama,
the Soft Cell,
Drive Like Jehu,
Depeche Mode,
Marmalade,
Suburban Knight,
Gang Starr,
Ornette Coleman,
The Beau Brummels,
The Divine Comedy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Flesh Eaters,
Second Layer,
The Doors,
Japan,
Hardrive,
Swell Maps,
Kurtis Blow,
The Star Department,
The Last Poets,
The Gories,
Dead Boys,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.