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 Brunei 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ 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 Newcleus to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and a 808 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 clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
The Walker Brothers,
Chris Corsano,
K-Klass,
Echospace,
Quantec,
Camouflage,
Quando Quango,
The Fuzztones,
Ash Ra Tempel,
These Immortal Souls,
Procol Harum,
Little Man,
Vainqueur,
The Durutti Column,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Slits,
Black Bananas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Gladiators,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Smoke,
Crooked Eye,
Metal Thangz,
Peter and Kerry,
Albert Ayler,
The Leaves,
Popol Vuh,
The Last Poets,
The Searchers,
Funky Four + One,
The Beau Brummels,
The Blues Magoos,
Tres Demented,
Rites of Spring,
Technova,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Skriet,
Thompson Twins,
AZ,
Erykah Badu,
Al Stewart,
Theoretical Girls,
The Gap Band,
UT,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rufus Thomas,
D'Angelo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rod Modell,
Rekid,
Jeru the Damaja,
Monks,
Kaleidoscope,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Icehouse,
Kas Product,
The Skatalites,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Television,
Amon Düül,
Steve Hackett,
Black Pus,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.