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 Switzerland and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lee Hazlewood to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Accadde A,
H. Thieme,
Barry Ungar,
The Raincoats,
The Motions,
Alphaville,
KRS-One,
Nirvana,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Germs,
T.S.O.L.,
Gang Starr,
David McCallum,
Cal Tjader,
Mad Mike,
Gang of Four,
Erasure,
Black Moon,
Leonard Cohen,
Matthew Bourne,
Mr. Review,
Shuggie Otis,
Make Up,
Camouflage,
Nico,
Andrew Hill,
Pantaleimon,
Lungfish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joe Smooth,
Eve St. Jones,
Metal Thangz,
Newcleus,
Robert Wyatt,
Dual Sessions,
Porter Ricks,
F. McDonald,
Kerri Chandler,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Moss Icon,
Stiv Bators,
Judy Mowatt,
Tom Boy,
Audionom,
Radio Birdman,
Desert Stars,
DJ Style,
Siglo XX,
Intrusion,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bang On A Can,
Minnie Riperton,
Nils Olav,
The Sonics,
The American Breed,
PIL,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Television Personalities,
Aural Exciters,
Ituana,
The Invisible,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.