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 Slovenia and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Infiniti,
The Motions,
Zapp,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Altered Images,
Radiopuhelimet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Trumans Water,
Main Source,
Harmonia,
Matthew Halsall,
Silicon Teens,
Easy Going,
Piero Umiliani,
Swell Maps,
8 Eyed Spy,
Vladislav Delay,
Al Stewart,
Sandy B,
Fatback Band,
Groovy Waters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Can,
Nik Kershaw,
X-Ray Spex,
In Retrospect,
Skaos,
Yaz,
La Düsseldorf,
Sonny Sharrock,
Icehouse,
Don Cherry,
Bill Wells,
Shuggie Otis,
Heaven 17,
The Detroit Cobras,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Con Funk Shun,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tom Boy,
T.S.O.L.,
Duran Duran,
The Victims,
Flipper,
Animal Collective,
Moss Icon,
Alice Coltrane,
The Black Dice,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Flag,
The Five Americans,
The Evens,
Television,
AZ,
Accadde A,
Kayak,
This Heat,
The Flesh Eaters,
Judy Mowatt,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.