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 Tanzania and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer 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 Suburban Knight to the jazz 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Duran Duran,
Al Stewart,
Lebanon Hanover,
Neu!,
Massinfluence,
Dawn Penn,
The Blackbyrds,
Ohio Players,
Ten City,
Country Joe & The Fish,
World's Most,
A Certain Ratio,
June Days,
Cybotron,
Alison Limerick,
Andrew Hill,
The Real Kids,
Josef K,
David Bowie,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sonic Youth,
Metal Thangz,
Pylon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Zapp,
Half Japanese,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Make Up,
Unwound,
Hasil Adkins,
Talk Talk,
Rekid,
David Axelrod,
Lightning Bolt,
Y Pants,
Lungfish,
Newcleus,
T. Rex,
Terrestrial Tones,
Aural Exciters,
Barbara Tucker,
Vladislav Delay,
Absolute Body Control,
Hardrive,
Leonard Cohen,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Vogues,
Altered Images,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Judy Mowatt,
The Slits,
Susan Cadogan,
Ice-T,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Foxx,
The Durutti Column,
Marc Almond,
Con Funk Shun,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.