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 Japan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dawn Penn,
Connie Case,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tim Buckley,
Zero Boys,
D'Angelo,
Sun Ra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Main Source,
Anakelly,
Bang On A Can,
Skaos,
The Walker Brothers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rufus Thomas,
The Skatalites,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Japan,
Mr. Review,
Model 500,
Funky Four + One,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
a-ha,
Trumans Water,
Sex Pistols,
Erasure,
Soulsonic Force,
Graham Central Station,
Slave,
Flamin' Groovies,
Yazoo,
David Bowie,
DNA,
Fear,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gang Starr,
Sandy B,
The Trojans,
The Real Kids,
Boogie Down Productions,
Robert Görl,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Desert Stars,
Technova,
La Düsseldorf,
New Age Steppers,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Associates,
Lyres,
Arab on Radar,
Terry Callier,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Agitation Free,
Suburban Knight,
Joey Negro,
Marc Almond,
Donny Hathaway,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.