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 Ukraine and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ultimate Spinach to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Quando Quango,
The Move,
Dual Sessions,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eve St. Jones,
the Normal,
Skarface,
Intrusion,
ABBA,
Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fluxion,
The Last Poets,
The Blues Magoos,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dawn Penn,
Basic Channel,
Television,
Crime,
DJ Style,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Funky Four + One,
Sam Rivers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jeff Mills,
AZ,
E-Dancer,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobby Sherman,
Organ,
Juan Atkins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Los Fastidios,
Cal Tjader,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
OOIOO,
Public Image Ltd.,
Q and Not U,
Ituana,
Eden Ahbez,
The Busters,
Fear,
Altered Images,
Thee Headcoats,
Absolute Body Control,
Adolescents,
Ultravox,
Andrew Hill,
Jacques Brel,
Byron Stingily,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Mojo Men,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Delon & Dalcan,
Charles Mingus,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.