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 Qatar and from Johannesburg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Throbbing Gristle to the dance 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Lucky Dragons,
The Skatalites,
Moby Grape,
Junior Murvin,
The Evens,
Don Cherry,
Gichy Dan,
Black Pus,
Derrick Morgan,
Rod Modell,
Alice Coltrane,
Khruangbin,
The Busters,
Juan Atkins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Durutti Column,
Roger Hodgson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Au Pairs,
The Saints,
Nils Olav,
Hasil Adkins,
Television,
The Flesh Eaters,
CMW,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scientists,
Motorama,
James White and The Blacks,
New Age Steppers,
Amon Düül,
Lyres,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Slick Rick,
Sandy B,
Absolute Body Control,
Spoonie Gee,
K-Klass,
Grauzone,
Man Eating Sloth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Cure,
Ten City,
OOIOO,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eric Copeland,
Yusef Lateef,
Letta Mbulu,
Jerry Gold Smith,
X-102,
New York Dolls,
Guru Guru,
Faust,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gang Starr,
Goldenarms,
Organ,
Curtis Mayfield,
John Foxx,
Patti Smith,
Funkadelic,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.