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 Halifax.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
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 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 New Order to the crunk 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ice-T,
The Fuzztones,
Sparks,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Sonics,
Television Personalities,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Peter and Kerry,
Sister Nancy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Yaz,
The Birthday Party,
Crispian St. Peters,
Accadde A,
CMW,
Harpers Bizarre,
Siglo XX,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bootsy Collins,
Johnny Clarke,
Throbbing Gristle,
A Certain Ratio,
The J.B.'s,
Bad Manners,
Moby Grape,
The Buckinghams,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scion,
F. McDonald,
Wally Richardson,
Little Man,
Supertramp,
Warren Ellis,
Aaron Thompson,
Bob Dylan,
The Slackers,
Severed Heads,
The Motions,
The Music Machine,
Letta Mbulu,
Junior Murvin,
The Kinks,
Unwound,
MDC,
Bobby Byrd,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Selecter,
Hoover,
Judy Mowatt,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ultra Naté,
The Grass Roots,
Popol Vuh,
Clear Light,
The Cowsills,
The Names,
Anthony Braxton,
Joensuu 1685,
Donald Byrd,
Crash Course in Science,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.