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 Cuba and from Shanghai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Shuggie Otis to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Neon Judgement,
The Leaves,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Severed Heads,
Sun City Girls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Smiths,
Sällskapet,
Monks,
The Index,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Donny Hathaway,
Television Personalities,
Rotary Connection,
the Human League,
Gang Green,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Skarface,
John Lydon,
Davy DMX,
In Retrospect,
Don Cherry,
Lou Reed,
Lungfish,
Crash Course in Science,
The Human League,
Wally Richardson,
Average White Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Knickerbockers,
The Moody Blues,
Mad Mike,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lakeside,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kool Moe Dee,
Delon & Dalcan,
Model 500,
Cecil Taylor,
Darondo,
The Monochrome Set,
Graham Central Station,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Standells,
The Star Department,
Eddi Front,
Ornette Coleman,
Glambeats Corp.,
Moebius,
Bronski Beat,
Marc Almond,
Rakim,
Basic Channel,
New Age Steppers,
Suburban Knight,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pere Ubu,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.