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 Ecuador and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 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 Stereo Dub to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale 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?
Procol Harum,
Shuggie Otis,
Judy Mowatt,
The Birthday Party,
Agitation Free,
Anakelly,
Main Source,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Toasters,
The Buckinghams,
Model 500,
The Grass Roots,
Essential Logic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rotary Connection,
Barbara Tucker,
World's Most,
Urselle,
The Litter,
Deadbeat,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sparks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Qualms,
Malaria!,
Royal Trux,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Last Poets,
Marcia Griffiths,
Al Stewart,
Darondo,
Barry Ungar,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Frankie Knuckles,
Robert Görl,
Scan 7,
Gang Starr,
Thee Headcoats,
the Human League,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Accadde A,
Albert Ayler,
Symarip,
Wasted Youth,
Pagans,
Matthew Bourne,
a-ha,
AZ,
Interpol,
Echospace,
Eve St. Jones,
Prince Buster,
D'Angelo,
The Moleskins,
Max Romeo,
F. McDonald,
Davy DMX,
Au Pairs,
KRS-One,
Flash Fearless,
Yaz,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Roger Hodgson,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.