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 Barbados and from Toronto.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eurythmics to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Carl Craig,
CMW,
a-ha,
Camouflage,
Monolake,
KRS-One,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Michelle Simonal,
Alice Coltrane,
Groovy Waters,
Simply Red,
The Pop Group,
Babytalk,
AZ,
Stetsasonic,
Barry Ungar,
Deepchord,
Lakeside,
Eve St. Jones,
Buzzcocks,
Fad Gadget,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Public Enemy,
The Monks,
D'Angelo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bad Manners,
Swell Maps,
Los Fastidios,
The Fall,
Colin Newman,
Magma,
The Tremeloes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Skarface,
Arthur Verocai,
Khruangbin,
Make Up,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Gap Band,
Donald Byrd,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Siglo XX,
Little Man,
Mad Mike,
Visage,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Radiohead,
China Crisis,
The Divine Comedy,
Al Stewart,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Evens,
Basic Channel,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joe Smooth,
Amon Düül II,
Pere Ubu,
Marc Almond,
Bronski Beat,
Main Source,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.