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 Grenada and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 clarinet 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 Pole to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Moebius,
Radiohead,
Jawbox,
Josef K,
Yazoo,
Metal Thangz,
Youth Brigade,
Pussy Galore,
The Pop Group,
Connie Case,
Swell Maps,
OOIOO,
The Gladiators,
David Bowie,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Tremeloes,
Robert Hood,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Albert Ayler,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Reuben Wilson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Slave,
Echospace,
the Human League,
Sugar Minott,
Sällskapet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rekid,
Quando Quango,
Tears for Fears,
ABBA,
The Walker Brothers,
Von Mondo,
Interpol,
In Retrospect,
Nirvana,
Bootsy Collins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Average White Band,
Second Layer,
Visage,
Con Funk Shun,
The Kinks,
Duran Duran,
Brass Construction,
Joe Finger,
The Trojans,
Tommy Roe,
Quadrant,
Sex Pistols,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Q and Not U,
Donald Byrd,
Whodini,
Niagra,
Ituana,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.