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 Andorra and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro 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 Warren Ellis to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Desert Stars,
EPMD,
Steve Hackett,
The Invisible,
Dorothy Ashby,
Blossom Toes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joe Finger,
The Velvet Underground,
The Music Machine,
Hot Snakes,
Todd Rundgren,
Reagan Youth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Lydon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sällskapet,
Black Moon,
The Dead C,
Newcleus,
Cybotron,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Gories,
Sonny Sharrock,
Derrick Morgan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
B.T. Express,
Japan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Darondo,
Tim Buckley,
the Normal,
Nico,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bush Tetras,
Niagra,
DNA,
Banda Bassotti,
The Sonics,
Todd Terry,
Kurtis Blow,
Sister Nancy,
Zero Boys,
Deepchord,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Laurel Aitken,
Joe Smooth,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobby Womack,
Eurythmics,
Lindisfarne,
Chris & Cosey,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ludus,
Oneida,
The Trojans,
PIL,
Nils Olav,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.