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 China and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Josef K to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Shuggie Otis,
Boredoms,
Visage,
Sister Nancy,
The Index,
Dawn Penn,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Connie Case,
Aaron Thompson,
B.T. Express,
Joey Negro,
Wire,
Lebanon Hanover,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Panda Bear,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Magma,
Scratch Acid,
Section 25,
Amon Düül II,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Adolescents,
Todd Terry,
Rosa Yemen,
Prince Buster,
Second Layer,
Boz Scaggs,
X-101,
Japan,
The Cowsills,
The Angels of Light,
Throbbing Gristle,
Judy Mowatt,
Roxy Music,
Black Flag,
The Modern Lovers,
Janne Schatter,
The Motions,
DJ Sneak,
Pet Shop Boys,
Public Enemy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Soft Cell,
Jerry's Kids,
Cecil Taylor,
Kerri Chandler,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Anakelly,
Kevin Saunderson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Aural Exciters,
Mr. Review,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Easy Going,
David Axelrod,
Faust,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.