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 Papua New Guinea and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb 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 Scion to the disco 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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
The Associates,
Hot Snakes,
Kenny Larkin,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marmalade,
Rekid,
ABC,
The Pretty Things,
Sister Nancy,
Bill Near,
Michelle Simonal,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Red Krayola,
Reagan Youth,
Ken Boothe,
Babytalk,
Black Sheep,
Dawn Penn,
Hoover,
The Real Kids,
The Trojans,
Josef K,
Thee Headcoats,
Au Pairs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pierre Henry,
Jacob Miller,
Barbara Tucker,
Robert Wyatt,
Harpers Bizarre,
Terry Callier,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Zero Boys,
Darondo,
Ohio Players,
Toni Rubio,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cal Tjader,
Audionom,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Danielle Patucci,
Flipper,
Fatback Band,
Silicon Teens,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Cowsills,
The Vogues,
Fort Wilson Riot,
OOIOO,
The Happenings,
Girls At Our Best!,
Adolescents,
Tres Demented,
Al Stewart,
the Normal,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.