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 Andorra and from Halifax.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Flamin' Groovies to the techno 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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tears for Fears,
Banda Bassotti,
The Wake,
The Selecter,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Erasure,
Connie Case,
Nils Olav,
Camberwell Now,
Monks,
Anakelly,
Marmalade,
Babytalk,
Alice Coltrane,
Goldenarms,
Panda Bear,
Juan Atkins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fat Boys,
Tres Demented,
The Black Dice,
Glenn Branca,
Leonard Cohen,
Moebius,
Stockholm Monsters,
Inner City,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tom Boy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roger Hodgson,
Rapeman,
La Düsseldorf,
The Stooges,
Rosa Yemen,
The Angels of Light,
Scion,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Alarm Clocks,
cv313,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jawbox,
the Association,
Soul II Soul,
In Retrospect,
John Holt,
Depeche Mode,
PIL,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gastr Del Sol,
Icehouse,
The Names,
Duran Duran,
The Blackbyrds,
Silicon Teens,
Rhythm & Sound,
China Crisis,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Saints,
Moss Icon,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.