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 Bangladesh and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe 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 Lakeside to the grime 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Avey Tare,
the Swans,
Cheater Slicks,
Funky Four + One,
The Names,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dark Day,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Aswad,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Beau Brummels,
Dual Sessions,
Electric Prunes,
Minor Threat,
Spandau Ballet,
Idris Muhammad,
Intrusion,
Nik Kershaw,
cv313,
Traffic Nightmare,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dorothy Ashby,
Procol Harum,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Black Dice,
Eddi Front,
the Germs,
Neil Young,
the Human League,
Josef K,
Tomorrow,
Little Man,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gregory Isaacs,
Funkadelic,
Visage,
Colin Newman,
Main Source,
PIL,
E-Dancer,
The Durutti Column,
Jimmy McGriff,
Newcleus,
Parry Music,
Underground Resistance,
Rites of Spring,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Chris & Cosey,
Can,
Rotary Connection,
Roxette,
Wasted Youth,
The Offenders,
Fat Boys,
Eurythmics,
Desert Stars,
Shoche,
Harmonia,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Con Funk Shun,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.