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 Turkmenistan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba 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 Barbara Tucker 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Thee Headcoats,
Jacques Brel,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Evens,
The Gories,
Alton Ellis,
Hardrive,
Lungfish,
Pantytec,
Yusef Lateef,
the Slits,
Eddi Front,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ituana,
Ultravox,
Funkadelic,
Ornette Coleman,
Gang Starr,
Swell Maps,
Au Pairs,
Erykah Badu,
Roxette,
Sugar Minott,
Minnie Riperton,
Vainqueur,
D'Angelo,
Bill Wells,
Sixth Finger,
Nick Fraelich,
Peter & Gordon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pere Ubu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Litter,
Franke,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Misunderstood,
Babytalk,
Bang On A Can,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Sonics,
Rotary Connection,
These Immortal Souls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Y Pants,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
10cc,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Desert Stars,
Japan,
the Swans,
Michelle Simonal,
Mantronix,
Easy Going,
the Germs,
Bad Manners,
Terry Callier,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.