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 Rwanda and from Delhi.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Althea and Donna,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wolf Eyes,
Gong,
Morten Harket,
John Cale,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Walker Brothers,
June Days,
The Birthday Party,
H. Thieme,
Mad Mike,
Freddie Wadling,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
DJ Style,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mandrill,
The Zeros,
Moebius,
Dawn Penn,
Sex Pistols,
Colin Newman,
Anthony Braxton,
Scientists,
Echospace,
The Trojans,
Glenn Branca,
Jacques Brel,
Popol Vuh,
Davy DMX,
Fat Boys,
Crispian St. Peters,
T.S.O.L.,
The Kinks,
Brass Construction,
The Toasters,
Average White Band,
Cybotron,
Parry Music,
The Electric Prunes,
Cheater Slicks,
Section 25,
PIL,
Icehouse,
Boz Scaggs,
UT,
Bootsy Collins,
Infiniti,
Q and Not U,
The Slits,
David McCallum,
Ronan,
Black Moon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Royal Trux,
The Associates,
Ronnie Foster,
Junior Murvin,
Tim Buckley,
Archie Shepp,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.