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 Honduras and from Paris.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sight & Sound to the jazz 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Roxy Music,
Fatback Band,
Clear Light,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ituana,
The Monochrome Set,
Lakeside,
The Grass Roots,
Negative Approach,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lou Christie,
Letta Mbulu,
Derrick May,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Quadrant,
The Cowsills,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
T.S.O.L.,
Pole,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Normal,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Boredoms,
L. Decosne,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Sonics,
Interpol,
Blancmange,
Wasted Youth,
Siglo XX,
Scratch Acid,
Eddi Front,
Chris & Cosey,
James White and The Blacks,
Sällskapet,
Blossom Toes,
Slave,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wolf Eyes,
Oblivians,
Ponytail,
Boz Scaggs,
Brick,
Soft Cell,
The Slackers,
Adolescents,
Cybotron,
Sixth Finger,
EPMD,
The Last Poets,
Lou Reed,
Dorothy Ashby,
Faraquet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Smiths,
The Dirtbombs,
Joensuu 1685,
Bronski Beat,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.