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 Guinea and from Portland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ 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 Kurtis Blow to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sparks,
the Bar-Kays,
The Move,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Electric Prunes,
Duran Duran,
Roxy Music,
Leonard Cohen,
Country Teasers,
Skarface,
Bobby Sherman,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobby Womack,
Marc Almond,
Sound Behaviour,
Television,
Traffic Nightmare,
Todd Terry,
Cal Tjader,
Eurythmics,
FM Einheit,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
AZ,
The Gladiators,
The Sisters of Mercy,
June Days,
Juan Atkins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wally Richardson,
DJ Style,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tres Demented,
Au Pairs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Howard Jones,
Sun Ra,
Rapeman,
Dark Day,
Harry Pussy,
Reuben Wilson,
Theoretical Girls,
Lindisfarne,
The Gun Club,
China Crisis,
Shuggie Otis,
Toni Rubio,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
New Age Steppers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
ABC,
Cecil Taylor,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.