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 Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Techniques to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Infiniti,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Shadows of Knight,
Second Layer,
Los Fastidios,
FM Einheit,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Godley & Creme,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
kango's stein massive,
DNA,
The Doors,
Liliput,
Make Up,
David Axelrod,
Swell Maps,
Pantaleimon,
Matthew Halsall,
Flipper,
The Angels of Light,
Leonard Cohen,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Aaron Thompson,
Warren Ellis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Invisible,
Rhythm & Sound,
The New Christs,
Fear,
AZ,
The Mummies,
Janne Schatter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Donny Hathaway,
The Sonics,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ossler,
Eric Copeland,
Section 25,
Erykah Badu,
Fugazi,
The Associates,
Davy DMX,
KRS-One,
La Düsseldorf,
Scion,
Fela Kuti,
Swans,
The Names,
Joe Finger,
Tim Buckley,
Cheater Slicks,
Whodini,
Minutemen,
Audionom,
The Index,
Organ,
Traffic Nightmare,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.