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 Algeria and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
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 güiro 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 The Offenders 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bob Dylan,
Crash Course in Science,
X-Ray Spex,
Ice-T,
David McCallum,
Nico,
The Grass Roots,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Procol Harum,
Roy Ayers,
Fear,
Matthew Halsall,
Thompson Twins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Derrick May,
DNA,
Lalo Schifrin,
A Certain Ratio,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ultimate Spinach,
Babytalk,
Donny Hathaway,
The Pop Group,
Robert Hood,
Ossler,
Second Layer,
Bronski Beat,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Association,
The New Christs,
Newcleus,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Happenings,
The Searchers,
Easy Going,
Whodini,
The Red Krayola,
Amon Düül II,
The Shadows of Knight,
Los Fastidios,
Royal Trux,
John Lydon,
The Stooges,
Boz Scaggs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Curtis Mayfield,
Desert Stars,
These Immortal Souls,
The Durutti Column,
Godley & Creme,
Eric Dolphy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ten City,
Bad Manners,
Warren Ellis,
The Invisible,
Bootsy Collins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.