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 Djibouti and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Henry Cow to the rock 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tres Demented,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sonic Youth,
The Remains,
Danielle Patucci,
Mandrill,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nation of Ulysses,
Whodini,
Curtis Mayfield,
Angry Samoans,
The Evens,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marvin Gaye,
Suicide,
Blossom Toes,
D'Angelo,
Zapp,
Jeru the Damaja,
Youth Brigade,
Erykah Badu,
The Moody Blues,
Q and Not U,
The Five Americans,
Skaos,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Buckinghams,
Flash Fearless,
the Bar-Kays,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Names,
Morten Harket,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Toni Rubio,
Slick Rick,
Matthew Halsall,
Brass Construction,
Crooked Eye,
kango's stein massive,
Lakeside,
Don Cherry,
L. Decosne,
The Gun Club,
Joy Division,
Essential Logic,
Isaac Hayes,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Lydon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Bananas,
Brand Nubian,
Con Funk Shun,
Dual Sessions,
The Gap Band,
Symarip,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Monks,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.