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 Iraq and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb 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 Morten Harket to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Q and Not U,
Donny Hathaway,
The Moody Blues,
Yusef Lateef,
Desert Stars,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Martian,
a-ha,
Buzzcocks,
The Litter,
Erykah Badu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Robert Görl,
Mr. Review,
Talk Talk,
Country Teasers,
F. McDonald,
The Dave Clark Five,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Music Machine,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Monks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Josef K,
Television Personalities,
Fad Gadget,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Quando Quango,
Ultimate Spinach,
Curtis Mayfield,
Faust,
Altered Images,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scientists,
Von Mondo,
Absolute Body Control,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fuzztones,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joey Negro,
Dual Sessions,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hashim,
Unwound,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Sonics,
Ultravox,
Maurizio,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Procol Harum,
The Slits,
Mark Hollis,
The Detroit Cobras,
James White and The Blacks,
Brass Construction,
Minnie Riperton,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.