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 Singapore and from Stockholm.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes 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 Delon & Dalcan to the grunge 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nas,
The Gladiators,
Kurtis Blow,
Infiniti,
Outsiders,
The Zeros,
Slick Rick,
Black Moon,
Blossom Toes,
Bauhaus,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sex Pistols,
Mandrill,
Bang On A Can,
Jerry's Kids,
David Axelrod,
Mary Jane Girls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Excepter,
Harry Pussy,
Bush Tetras,
Nick Fraelich,
Bobby Womack,
Sonny Sharrock,
Danielle Patucci,
Soft Machine,
La Düsseldorf,
New Order,
Chrome,
Prince Buster,
The Beau Brummels,
Alice Coltrane,
Crash Course in Science,
KRS-One,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bad Manners,
Max Romeo,
Heaven 17,
Country Teasers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Swans,
Circle Jerks,
Amon Düül II,
Isaac Hayes,
Oneida,
Rosa Yemen,
Hasil Adkins,
Sun City Girls,
The Mojo Men,
The Wake,
Ludus,
Hot Snakes,
Davy DMX,
This Heat,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eli Mardock,
Lightning Bolt,
Anthony Braxton,
Michelle Simonal,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.