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 Uzbekistan and from Lille.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the grunge 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Massinfluence,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Vogues,
Aswad,
Tubeway Army,
Television Personalities,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Star Department,
Hardrive,
The Sound,
CMW,
Mad Mike,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sparks,
Dawn Penn,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Human League,
Visage,
Sun City Girls,
Nico,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Quantec,
Yellowson,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Index,
The Leaves,
The Smoke,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nas,
Marcia Griffiths,
Boogie Down Productions,
The New Christs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Mummies,
Groovy Waters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Theoretical Girls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Robert Hood,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Standells,
Vladislav Delay,
The Slackers,
Banda Bassotti,
Jacques Brel,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Barracudas,
Tim Buckley,
The Remains,
Josef K,
Radio Birdman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Peter & Gordon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pussy Galore,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fat Boys,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.