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 Somalia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba 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 Skaos to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Alison Limerick,
Bob Dylan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Desert Stars,
Soft Machine,
Harry Pussy,
Avey Tare,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
H. Thieme,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mission of Burma,
Bronski Beat,
AZ,
Rakim,
The New Christs,
Parry Music,
The Index,
Brick,
Eric Dolphy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Matthew Bourne,
Soft Cell,
Second Layer,
Glambeats Corp.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Modern Lovers,
Thee Headcoats,
The Saints,
Icehouse,
Donny Hathaway,
Dead Boys,
Gang Gang Dance,
Todd Terry,
Smog,
Theoretical Girls,
Shuggie Otis,
Nik Kershaw,
Pole,
Model 500,
Television Personalities,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Skarface,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scan 7,
X-Ray Spex,
Zero Boys,
Faraquet,
Max Romeo,
The Associates,
The Smoke,
Dave Gahan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Spoonie Gee,
Q and Not U,
Wally Richardson,
Zapp,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.