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 Mexico 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pantytec to the electroclash 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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Mission of Burma,
Oblivians,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wasted Youth,
Black Moon,
Byron Stingily,
Khruangbin,
The Zeros,
Mars,
Heaven 17,
Traffic Nightmare,
Charles Mingus,
The Happenings,
Man Eating Sloth,
Althea and Donna,
Flamin' Groovies,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Shoche,
Minutemen,
Prince Buster,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soul Sonic Force,
Subhumans,
Banda Bassotti,
Deepchord,
Alice Coltrane,
Cecil Taylor,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Blackbyrds,
Eddi Front,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Motions,
Patti Smith,
Bobby Womack,
Stereo Dub,
The Searchers,
John Cale,
Gabor Szabo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joensuu 1685,
Rhythm & Sound,
Public Enemy,
Neil Young,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Derrick Morgan,
Radiohead,
Loose Ends,
Fugazi,
The Martian,
Sun Ra,
Ornette Coleman,
The Dead C,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Anakelly,
Electric Prunes,
The Last Poets,
Marc Almond,
The Move,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.