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 Malaysia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the funk 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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kevin Saunderson,
Royal Trux,
Aural Exciters,
Dual Sessions,
The Walker Brothers,
Scott Walker,
Shuggie Otis,
Index,
Warren Ellis,
Alice Coltrane,
Ultra Naté,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hot Snakes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
D'Angelo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Colin Newman,
B.T. Express,
Rotary Connection,
Wasted Youth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Blossom Toes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Glenn Branca,
Anthony Braxton,
The Young Rascals,
Albert Ayler,
The Real Kids,
Archie Shepp,
Schoolly D,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dennis Brown,
Drexciya,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Visage,
Maleditus Sound,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Intrusion,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Q and Not U,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Aswad,
The Sound,
The Vogues,
Pussy Galore,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Janne Schatter,
Oneida,
Rites of Spring,
Soft Cell,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ultravox,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dawn Penn,
Thee Headcoats,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.