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 Mauritius and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator 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 La Düsseldorf to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Audionom,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ornette Coleman,
Negative Approach,
Urselle,
Aloha Tigers,
Wasted Youth,
Newcleus,
Agent Orange,
Model 500,
Sex Pistols,
The Golliwogs,
Pulsallama,
The Names,
Moss Icon,
The Pretty Things,
Avey Tare,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Star Department,
Jacques Brel,
Max Romeo,
the Sonics,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Gladiators,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Angry Samoans,
Isaac Hayes,
Nik Kershaw,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Slick Rick,
The Leaves,
Barrington Levy,
The Dead C,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Heaven 17,
Scientists,
Marine Girls,
New Age Steppers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Porter Ricks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Durutti Column,
Wings,
Ralphi Rosario,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tim Buckley,
Siglo XX,
Tubeway Army,
Jandek,
Faraquet,
Jeff Lynne,
Soft Cell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Smoke,
Kurtis Blow,
Radiopuhelimet,
JFA,
Glenn Branca,
Scrapy,
This Heat,
Crispy Ambulance,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.