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 New Zealand and from London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Q65 to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
David Axelrod,
Reagan Youth,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lalann,
Audionom,
Eric Copeland,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Soul II Soul,
David Bowie,
Soft Cell,
Ponytail,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
CMW,
Danielle Patucci,
Jeff Mills,
Alphaville,
Thompson Twins,
The Cowsills,
Agent Orange,
Black Bananas,
Mo-Dettes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Victims,
Amon Düül II,
Banda Bassotti,
Bizarre Inc.,
Max Romeo,
Alton Ellis,
The New Christs,
These Immortal Souls,
Aaron Thompson,
MDC,
Depeche Mode,
Porter Ricks,
Brothers Johnson,
John Foxx,
The Divine Comedy,
Underground Resistance,
The Angels of Light,
Curtis Mayfield,
PIL,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eric B and Rakim,
Unrelated Segments,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tommy Roe,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pulsallama,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Derrick May,
Slick Rick,
Panda Bear,
Drexciya,
The Birthday Party,
Hardrive,
Rosa Yemen,
The Monks,
Yazoo,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.