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 Croatia and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Last Poets to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Kurtis Blow,
Lou Christie,
The Motions,
Cymande,
Spandau Ballet,
Essential Logic,
Dual Sessions,
This Heat,
Peter and Kerry,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sixth Finger,
ABBA,
James Chance & The Contortions,
David Bowie,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Soft Machine,
These Immortal Souls,
The Skatalites,
Marvin Gaye,
D'Angelo,
The Selecter,
Adolescents,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Loose Ends,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Juan Atkins,
The Move,
David Axelrod,
Circle Jerks,
Sugar Minott,
Black Flag,
Sun City Girls,
Maleditus Sound,
a-ha,
Oblivians,
Eve St. Jones,
Wally Richardson,
Agent Orange,
June of 44,
Carl Craig,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dennis Brown,
Crispian St. Peters,
Monks,
the Bar-Kays,
Easy Going,
Little Man,
Kerri Chandler,
Brothers Johnson,
Ronnie Foster,
DJ Style,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lou Reed,
Sonic Youth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Stereo Dub,
Tears for Fears,
DNA,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.