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 Equatorial Guinea 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Alice Coltrane to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
The Fire Engines,
ABBA,
Ossler,
E-Dancer,
Aswad,
AZ,
Monks,
Letta Mbulu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
H. Thieme,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bauhaus,
Roxy Music,
The Neon Judgement,
Al Stewart,
Joy Division,
Tres Demented,
The Durutti Column,
The Seeds,
Gabor Szabo,
This Heat,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mars,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lee Hazlewood,
Peter and Kerry,
Technova,
the Association,
Pylon,
The Fortunes,
Vladislav Delay,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rosa Yemen,
Avey Tare,
The Names,
The Music Machine,
Chris Corsano,
John Lydon,
Duran Duran,
Cybotron,
Lightning Bolt,
Barrington Levy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Todd Terry,
Matthew Halsall,
Kenny Larkin,
Index,
Tim Buckley,
Altered Images,
Michelle Simonal,
The Gun Club,
Scientists,
cv313,
Supertramp,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.