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 Czech Republic and from Johannesburg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare 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 Gang Green to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Joe Smooth,
Spandau Ballet,
Technova,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Inner City,
Ultravox,
Young Marble Giants,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scion,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Star Department,
Depeche Mode,
T. Rex,
The Mighty Diamonds,
8 Eyed Spy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
New York Dolls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Robert Görl,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soulsonic Force,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Groovy Waters,
Amon Düül II,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rakim,
Dawn Penn,
New Order,
Altered Images,
Rhythm & Sound,
Half Japanese,
Scrapy,
One Last Wish,
Panda Bear,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Metal Thangz,
Infiniti,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Birthday Party,
The Mojo Men,
Monks,
Colin Newman,
The Red Krayola,
Glambeats Corp.,
Brothers Johnson,
the Normal,
The Standells,
Quadrant,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Beau Brummels,
The Slits,
Trumans Water,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Grey Daturas,
Gichy Dan,
Gerry Rafferty,
10cc,
Dark Day,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.