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 Israel 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 the Swans to the dance 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Lindisfarne,
The Fortunes,
The Mojo Men,
Von Mondo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Avey Tare,
Leonard Cohen,
Loose Ends,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Brand Nubian,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Donny Hathaway,
Tears for Fears,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Knickerbockers,
Iggy Pop,
Kevin Saunderson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Zeros,
Moebius,
Lou Reed,
Lebanon Hanover,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Tremeloes,
Roxy Music,
Fad Gadget,
Warren Ellis,
Nas,
Skaos,
Carl Craig,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Happenings,
Whodini,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Deepchord,
Davy DMX,
Johnny Clarke,
H. Thieme,
Piero Umiliani,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Electric Prunes,
The Pretty Things,
UT,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Vladislav Delay,
Dead Boys,
Pantaleimon,
Index,
OOIOO,
U.S. Maple,
The Neon Judgement,
Minor Threat,
Half Japanese,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Reuben Wilson,
Freddie Wadling,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ken Boothe,
Matthew Bourne,
The Move,
Boredoms,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.