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 Denmark and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Slits to the crunk 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Eden Ahbez,
Fat Boys,
Soul II Soul,
Rosa Yemen,
Au Pairs,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Music Machine,
Q and Not U,
The Barracudas,
Funkadelic,
E-Dancer,
Basic Channel,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Minnie Riperton,
Joyce Sims,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Royal Trux,
Bauhaus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Detroit Cobras,
Don Cherry,
Depeche Mode,
Pussy Galore,
Terry Callier,
Matthew Bourne,
CMW,
the Soft Cell,
Lindisfarne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
June Days,
Scrapy,
Interpol,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hot Snakes,
Jacob Miller,
Thee Headcoats,
Crime,
The Leaves,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Robert Wyatt,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Camberwell Now,
Joey Negro,
Black Flag,
Hasil Adkins,
Model 500,
Drexciya,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Pretty Things,
Cymande,
Roxy Music,
Freddie Wadling,
Scott Walker,
The Black Dice,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Moon,
Das Ding,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.