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 Taiwan and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro 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 Marshall Jefferson to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Spandau Ballet,
Bluetip,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Derrick Morgan,
Eurythmics,
Scientists,
Das Ding,
Gang of Four,
Danielle Patucci,
Don Cherry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Shadows of Knight,
Simply Red,
Fatback Band,
The Red Krayola,
Swell Maps,
Alice Coltrane,
Colin Newman,
Neu!,
Joensuu 1685,
Q65,
The Detroit Cobras,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Happenings,
This Heat,
DJ Style,
China Crisis,
Aloha Tigers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Agitation Free,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Josef K,
Iggy Pop,
Depeche Mode,
Public Enemy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Doors,
Lucky Dragons,
The Trojans,
The Sonics,
Sam Rivers,
Pussy Galore,
Pulsallama,
Graham Central Station,
The Barracudas,
The Star Department,
The Victims,
Laurel Aitken,
Supertramp,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fluxion,
Ultimate Spinach,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Skaos,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Soft Cell,
Connie Case,
Neil Young,
the Normal,
Maurizio,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.