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 Tuvalu and from Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Radiohead to the techno 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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Rites of Spring,
The Gun Club,
Skaos,
Skarface,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Aural Exciters,
Y Pants,
The Fire Engines,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joe Smooth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Josef K,
Skriet,
The Cowsills,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jesper Dahlback,
Angry Samoans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Thompson Twins,
China Crisis,
Sugar Minott,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Buckinghams,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scion,
Lungfish,
Al Stewart,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Sheep,
Clear Light,
The Evens,
Deadbeat,
The Music Machine,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Moleskins,
Section 25,
Average White Band,
Talk Talk,
Gang of Four,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Cure,
The Gladiators,
Lou Reed,
CMW,
The Busters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bootsy Collins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fuzztones,
The Index,
DJ Sneak,
Patti Smith,
ABBA,
The United States of America,
Von Mondo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crispian St. Peters,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.