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 Tanzania and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fluxion to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
The Blackbyrds,
The Smoke,
Kayak,
Con Funk Shun,
Morten Harket,
Marcia Griffiths,
Make Up,
Malaria!,
The Angels of Light,
Easy Going,
Eurythmics,
Marine Girls,
Hardrive,
Grandmaster Flash,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jeff Lynne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Remains,
Crooked Eye,
Suburban Knight,
AZ,
Grey Daturas,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Electric Prunes,
Wally Richardson,
the Normal,
KRS-One,
The Durutti Column,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Moby Grape,
Terry Callier,
Susan Cadogan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Camouflage,
Black Flag,
OOIOO,
Jacques Brel,
Pet Shop Boys,
June of 44,
Depeche Mode,
the Association,
The Vogues,
Robert Hood,
Pagans,
Laurel Aitken,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tubeway Army,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Lydon,
Theoretical Girls,
Khruangbin,
The Leaves,
Jawbox,
Inner City,
The Divine Comedy,
The Gap Band,
Lower 48,
Kevin Saunderson,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.