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 Benin and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Susan Cadogan to the techno 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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Jandek,
China Crisis,
The Seeds,
Qualms,
the Fania All-Stars,
Minnie Riperton,
Gichy Dan,
Outsiders,
Marc Almond,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Magazine,
This Heat,
The Raincoats,
Junior Murvin,
Ituana,
Isaac Hayes,
Lyres,
Mark Hollis,
Moebius,
Cameo,
Quantec,
Blancmange,
Roxette,
Unrelated Segments,
Matthew Bourne,
Ronan,
Freddie Wadling,
The Gladiators,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ossler,
Max Romeo,
Don Cherry,
Fat Boys,
Dawn Penn,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lou Christie,
Parry Music,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Arthur Verocai,
Siglo XX,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wings,
Rotary Connection,
The Detroit Cobras,
Prince Buster,
the Soft Cell,
Newcleus,
Cybotron,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mandrill,
Scrapy,
Hashim,
B.T. Express,
Cal Tjader,
Public Enemy,
Infiniti,
Tommy Roe,
Roxy Music,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Music Machine,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.