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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin 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 Bluetip to the electroclash 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
kango's stein massive,
Bootsy Collins,
Junior Murvin,
Ken Boothe,
KRS-One,
Lou Reed,
The Invisible,
Camberwell Now,
The New Christs,
Babytalk,
Marine Girls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lalann,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
48th St. Collective,
Icehouse,
New Age Steppers,
Lucky Dragons,
Lyres,
Mars,
Wolf Eyes,
Connie Case,
The Real Kids,
Lou Christie,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Subhumans,
The Beau Brummels,
Derrick May,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Smoke,
Niagra,
Model 500,
These Immortal Souls,
The Happenings,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Association,
Aswad,
David Bowie,
Warsaw,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
MDC,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Swans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Charles Mingus,
Livin' Joy,
This Heat,
cv313,
Lungfish,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Colin Newman,
Royal Trux,
Circle Jerks,
Rotary Connection,
Panda Bear,
Wings,
Radio Birdman,
The Evens,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.