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 Zimbabwe and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum 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 Negative Approach to the funk 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Sun City Girls,
Joyce Sims,
Interpol,
Bobby Sherman,
Grauzone,
MC5,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Monolake,
Ituana,
Barrington Levy,
Subhumans,
Khruangbin,
The Knickerbockers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Con Funk Shun,
The American Breed,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
DJ Style,
Intrusion,
The Misunderstood,
Throbbing Gristle,
Derrick Morgan,
Fatback Band,
The Victims,
Aaron Thompson,
Guru Guru,
Amon Düül,
Jeff Mills,
Gabor Szabo,
Sugar Minott,
Howard Jones,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mo-Dettes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sonic Youth,
Faraquet,
Masters at Work,
Underground Resistance,
Sparks,
Eden Ahbez,
Alton Ellis,
Mad Mike,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kas Product,
Toni Rubio,
ABBA,
Tubeway Army,
Donald Byrd,
Essential Logic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Iggy Pop,
Scion,
Ultra Naté,
Kaleidoscope,
ABC,
Rosa Yemen,
The Young Rascals,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.