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 Ghana and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
One Last Wish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Inner City,
Pylon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fela Kuti,
Nick Fraelich,
Oblivians,
Mr. Review,
Can,
Hasil Adkins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Faust,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Flash Fearless,
Ludus,
Big Daddy Kane,
Quando Quango,
Rhythm & Sound,
Minutemen,
Max Romeo,
Isaac Hayes,
Marvin Gaye,
Eden Ahbez,
Howard Jones,
Lyres,
Soul Sonic Force,
Siglo XX,
Masters at Work,
Derrick Morgan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Misunderstood,
Magma,
Eve St. Jones,
Minor Threat,
The Selecter,
Althea and Donna,
Gregory Isaacs,
Black Moon,
Nils Olav,
The Gap Band,
Archie Shepp,
Morten Harket,
John Foxx,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fatback Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Aswad,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Malaria!,
Junior Murvin,
Ronnie Foster,
Little Man,
Talk Talk,
Camberwell Now,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sexual Harrassment,
Delta 5,
Swans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
B.T. Express,
Michelle Simonal,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.