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 South Africa and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 clarinet 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 The Skatalites to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Nils Olav,
Black Moon,
The Star Department,
The Pop Group,
Boz Scaggs,
Pussy Galore,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Neon Judgement,
Funkadelic,
Dark Day,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Deadbeat,
Lindisfarne,
The Gories,
Tres Demented,
Todd Terry,
Sound Behaviour,
Todd Rundgren,
Monolake,
Chris Corsano,
Ornette Coleman,
X-Ray Spex,
Yaz,
Young Marble Giants,
The J.B.'s,
Soul Sonic Force,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wings,
John Cale,
Nation of Ulysses,
Visage,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kerri Chandler,
Bad Manners,
The Slits,
T. Rex,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Gun Club,
Lebanon Hanover,
U.S. Maple,
Quantec,
Barry Ungar,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eli Mardock,
The Offenders,
Das Ding,
Swell Maps,
Laurel Aitken,
Glambeats Corp.,
L. Decosne,
Joensuu 1685,
Deepchord,
Goldenarms,
Cal Tjader,
Porter Ricks,
Derrick Morgan,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.