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 Nauru and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kerrie Biddell to the dance 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
New Order,
China Crisis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rotary Connection,
Fluxion,
Eurythmics,
The Golliwogs,
MC5,
Fatback Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Matthew Bourne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
June of 44,
Quando Quango,
The Smiths,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Symarip,
The Blues Magoos,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Beau Brummels,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Shadows of Knight,
Saccharine Trust,
DNA,
Mission of Burma,
Clear Light,
The Toasters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scion,
Johnny Osbourne,
B.T. Express,
John Holt,
The Buckinghams,
48th St. Collective,
MDC,
Althea and Donna,
Average White Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Ohio Players,
Man Parrish,
Scott Walker,
Nils Olav,
The Fire Engines,
Leonard Cohen,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pierre Henry,
Desert Stars,
These Immortal Souls,
Radiohead,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Colin Newman,
Khruangbin,
Agitation Free,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kurtis Blow,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ken Boothe,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.