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 St Lucia 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Joensuu 1685 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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Albert Ayler,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wasted Youth,
Pagans,
Babytalk,
DJ Sneak,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Derrick May,
Erykah Badu,
Sun City Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Toni Rubio,
Frankie Knuckles,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tim Buckley,
Duran Duran,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Erasure,
Gabor Szabo,
The Young Rascals,
The Music Machine,
Josef K,
Avey Tare,
Man Eating Sloth,
Crash Course in Science,
Nation of Ulysses,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Peter & Gordon,
Nik Kershaw,
Minor Threat,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Standells,
Aswad,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Residents,
Yazoo,
Porter Ricks,
Terry Callier,
World's Most,
Mission of Burma,
Thompson Twins,
48th St. Collective,
The Dead C,
T. Rex,
Nas,
Marmalade,
The Invisible,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fela Kuti,
Derrick Morgan,
The Blackbyrds,
Yusef Lateef,
Ultimate Spinach,
Matthew Halsall,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Outsiders,
EPMD,
Black Bananas,
The Index,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.