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 Vanuatu and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Los Fastidios to the crunk 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
La Düsseldorf,
Visage,
Andrew Hill,
Ronan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Selecter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Real Kids,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
James White and The Blacks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bad Manners,
Pet Shop Boys,
U.S. Maple,
Godley & Creme,
Arab on Radar,
Urselle,
Porter Ricks,
John Foxx,
Excepter,
The American Breed,
Royal Trux,
Dual Sessions,
Goldenarms,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Grass Roots,
Panda Bear,
Scientists,
Thee Headcoats,
Quando Quango,
Barbara Tucker,
Johnny Clarke,
Suicide,
Yusef Lateef,
Fugazi,
Gang of Four,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Alarm Clocks,
H. Thieme,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Alison Limerick,
Joey Negro,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Five Americans,
Trumans Water,
New Order,
Clear Light,
Rufus Thomas,
Vainqueur,
Pole,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bootsy Collins,
Max Romeo,
The Misunderstood,
Crooked Eye,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tomorrow,
The Golliwogs,
Judy Mowatt,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.