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 Ivory Coast and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Magazine to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Minnie Riperton,
The Happenings,
Nik Kershaw,
Bobby Byrd,
The Kinks,
Scrapy,
The Red Krayola,
The Slits,
Desert Stars,
Donald Byrd,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jacques Brel,
Radiohead,
Ohio Players,
Fugazi,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lou Christie,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fela Kuti,
Smog,
Suicide,
The Golliwogs,
John Lydon,
DNA,
Ronnie Foster,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Royal Trux,
Gong,
The Gun Club,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Searchers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Star Department,
Scott Walker,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marcia Griffiths,
Amazonics,
Eric B and Rakim,
Judy Mowatt,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Infiniti,
E-Dancer,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Sheep,
Massinfluence,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Andrew Hill,
Black Bananas,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nils Olav,
Sällskapet,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Franke,
Pylon,
Q65,
Pet Shop Boys,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.