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 Lithuania and from Accra.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Rufus Thomas to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Loose Ends,
These Immortal Souls,
The Slits,
Theoretical Girls,
Monolake,
ABC,
Glambeats Corp.,
Harry Pussy,
The Raincoats,
Parry Music,
Thee Headcoats,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Reuben Wilson,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Blackbyrds,
Mark Hollis,
Boz Scaggs,
The Walker Brothers,
Deepchord,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Yellowson,
Hashim,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Erykah Badu,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Seeds,
Porter Ricks,
The Black Dice,
Grauzone,
The Dead C,
Electric Prunes,
Sam Rivers,
Robert Wyatt,
The Five Americans,
Desert Stars,
In Retrospect,
UT,
The Trojans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sällskapet,
The Techniques,
Henry Cow,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Warsaw,
Niagra,
Faust,
Quando Quango,
The United States of America,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ossler,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joe Smooth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roxy Music,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bauhaus,
Masters at Work,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.