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 Lithuania 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Lou Reed 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 Sonics 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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Aswad,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Motorama,
Guru Guru,
Tubeway Army,
Funkadelic,
Lucky Dragons,
Bang On A Can,
Alton Ellis,
Fluxion,
Brass Construction,
The Stooges,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dark Day,
Peter and Kerry,
Slick Rick,
Max Romeo,
Marvin Gaye,
The Beau Brummels,
Depeche Mode,
Barrington Levy,
The Fire Engines,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Japan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joensuu 1685,
Radio Birdman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Livin' Joy,
Bill Wells,
The Last Poets,
The Blues Magoos,
Bauhaus,
The Standells,
Harry Pussy,
Popol Vuh,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Germs,
Adolescents,
Unrelated Segments,
Second Layer,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
James White and The Blacks,
The Fall,
The Alarm Clocks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Siglo XX,
Kerri Chandler,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
T. Rex,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joyce Sims,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Raincoats,
Todd Terry,
Make Up,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.