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 Angola and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sound to the crunk 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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Harry Pussy,
Desert Stars,
The Toasters,
Jeff Mills,
Jesper Dahlback,
Barbara Tucker,
Piero Umiliani,
the Slits,
World's Most,
In Retrospect,
The Fuzztones,
Wings,
June of 44,
MC5,
Bill Wells,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Trumans Water,
Heaven 17,
Brass Construction,
Main Source,
Easy Going,
La Düsseldorf,
Malaria!,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jacob Miller,
The Doors,
Sexual Harrassment,
Depeche Mode,
Whodini,
Massinfluence,
Second Layer,
The Trojans,
John Holt,
U.S. Maple,
The Five Americans,
Byron Stingily,
Lalo Schifrin,
Chrome,
Qualms,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Dirtbombs,
Bootsy Collins,
Albert Ayler,
Warsaw,
Archie Shepp,
Bronski Beat,
Amon Düül,
Can,
The Music Machine,
Wolf Eyes,
Underground Resistance,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kas Product,
Jacques Brel,
Dave Gahan,
Todd Rundgren,
Ultra Naté,
The Electric Prunes,
Gabor Szabo,
L. Decosne,
KRS-One,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.