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 Andorra and from Houston.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe 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 Rhythm & Sound to the electroclash 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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dawn Penn,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Procol Harum,
Barbara Tucker,
Bootsy Collins,
Junior Murvin,
Banda Bassotti,
Hoover,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ken Boothe,
Harpers Bizarre,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
48th St. Collective,
Mantronix,
Peter & Gordon,
The Sound,
Bill Near,
Boz Scaggs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Groovy Waters,
Los Fastidios,
The Young Rascals,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Maurizio,
Icehouse,
Gang Green,
Unrelated Segments,
F. McDonald,
Thee Headcoats,
Blake Baxter,
Zapp,
FM Einheit,
Sonic Youth,
The Tremeloes,
Aaron Thompson,
Second Layer,
Aural Exciters,
H. Thieme,
Au Pairs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Janne Schatter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Cramps,
X-Ray Spex,
Sarah Menescal,
Black Bananas,
The Dead C,
Severed Heads,
Moss Icon,
The J.B.'s,
The Grass Roots,
Infiniti,
Zero Boys,
Skriet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.