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 Ivory Coast and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Scion,
Shoche,
The Black Dice,
Suburban Knight,
Q and Not U,
The Tremeloes,
Rakim,
Scientists,
Erykah Badu,
Neil Young,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Harry Pussy,
Scan 7,
Howard Jones,
Infiniti,
Isaac Hayes,
Newcleus,
Deakin,
Babytalk,
Leonard Cohen,
Black Sheep,
Bauhaus,
Tim Buckley,
Ten City,
Albert Ayler,
Peter and Kerry,
The Mojo Men,
Agitation Free,
Nik Kershaw,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scott Walker,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Spoonie Gee,
Delta 5,
Iggy Pop,
Can,
Cal Tjader,
DJ Style,
Crime,
Bronski Beat,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pylon,
Blossom Toes,
Joy Division,
Sonic Youth,
Sun City Girls,
Icehouse,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Qualms,
48th St. Collective,
Joe Finger,
John Holt,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Flipper,
the Bar-Kays,
Erasure,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.