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 Portugal and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar 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 Depeche Mode 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Blossom Toes,
Adolescents,
Donny Hathaway,
Jeff Lynne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ituana,
The Monks,
Desert Stars,
Half Japanese,
a-ha,
Ossler,
Underground Resistance,
Boz Scaggs,
Barrington Levy,
Depeche Mode,
World's Most,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Stereo Dub,
Surgeon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
10cc,
Metal Thangz,
the Soft Cell,
The Vogues,
Pantytec,
Kayak,
The Tremeloes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kas Product,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Icehouse,
Juan Atkins,
Rekid,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Dead C,
Index,
A Certain Ratio,
Con Funk Shun,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Angels of Light,
Masters at Work,
Siglo XX,
Tim Buckley,
Roxette,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Anakelly,
Royal Trux,
T. Rex,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eve St. Jones,
Wally Richardson,
K-Klass,
Peter and Kerry,
The Evens,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jawbox,
Skaos,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kerri Chandler,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.