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 Jamaica and from Johannesburg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Max Romeo to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Young Rascals,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cal Tjader,
Excepter,
Dennis Brown,
Brothers Johnson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Interpol,
The Monks,
Guru Guru,
Laurel Aitken,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pantaleimon,
Quantec,
Icehouse,
Frankie Knuckles,
Moebius,
Lucky Dragons,
Pere Ubu,
Supertramp,
Tears for Fears,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Heaven 17,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Victims,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Holt,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Germs,
Idris Muhammad,
Robert Görl,
Gang Green,
Sister Nancy,
Nico,
Aswad,
Jimmy McGriff,
Danielle Patucci,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Gap Band,
EPMD,
Moss Icon,
H. Thieme,
The Count Five,
Amazonics,
Josef K,
Bronski Beat,
The Invisible,
Little Man,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kerri Chandler,
Leonard Cohen,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Pretty Things,
Ludus,
Pylon,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.