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 Saudi Arabia and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lou Christie to the rap 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Neu!,
Matthew Bourne,
Kaleidoscope,
Brand Nubian,
cv313,
Archie Shepp,
Subhumans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Peter and Kerry,
Jeff Lynne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pharoah Sanders,
Theoretical Girls,
Bob Dylan,
Todd Rundgren,
Goldenarms,
Section 25,
Drive Like Jehu,
Can,
Minny Pops,
Pagans,
Animal Collective,
Howard Jones,
Main Source,
Eric Dolphy,
Nik Kershaw,
the Slits,
Deakin,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gang Green,
Tubeway Army,
Gang Starr,
Negative Approach,
Crooked Eye,
Joey Negro,
X-101,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Clear Light,
Neil Young,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Erasure,
Ultimate Spinach,
Barbara Tucker,
KRS-One,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Los Fastidios,
La Düsseldorf,
Suicide,
Mo-Dettes,
Amon Düül II,
Scott Walker,
Blossom Toes,
Heaven 17,
the Sonics,
Chris Corsano,
Underground Resistance,
Janne Schatter,
Sister Nancy,
Johnny Osbourne,
EPMD,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.