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 Argentina and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord 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 The Techniques to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Roxette,
Sugar Minott,
The Golliwogs,
Scott Walker,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kerri Chandler,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roger Hodgson,
A Certain Ratio,
Peter and Kerry,
Kurtis Blow,
Eric B and Rakim,
Max Romeo,
UT,
Godley & Creme,
Barry Ungar,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Residents,
T. Rex,
Gang Starr,
Oneida,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Arab on Radar,
Lungfish,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Todd Rundgren,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Althea and Donna,
Minutemen,
Graham Central Station,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Toasters,
Donald Byrd,
Tomorrow,
Unwound,
Tres Demented,
Rakim,
Stetsasonic,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
U.S. Maple,
Joey Negro,
Jawbox,
Mantronix,
The Cramps,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Swans,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Gories,
The Associates,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Five Americans,
Black Pus,
Amon Düül,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Human League,
The Pretty Things,
Goldenarms,
The Young Rascals,
Eric Dolphy,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.