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 United States 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Wolf Eyes 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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Quadrant,
The Fortunes,
Tubeway Army,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sound Behaviour,
Scientists,
Blancmange,
Pere Ubu,
Organ,
Albert Ayler,
Technova,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Kinks,
Marmalade,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Zeros,
UT,
The Durutti Column,
Hardrive,
Kaleidoscope,
Eyeless In Gaza,
One Last Wish,
The Standells,
Loose Ends,
Smog,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Barbara Tucker,
The Mummies,
Audionom,
the Association,
Boredoms,
The Blackbyrds,
The Dirtbombs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Stereo Dub,
Scan 7,
The Golliwogs,
Japan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Robert Görl,
Harmonia,
Visage,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Cowsills,
ABC,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Derrick May,
Peter and Kerry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rosa Yemen,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobby Womack,
JFA,
Dawn Penn,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Delta 5,
The Birthday Party,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.