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 Brazil and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Marcia Griffiths to the electroclash 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Seeds,
Eric Dolphy,
Rosa Yemen,
Fatback Band,
Tears for Fears,
the Soft Cell,
Masters at Work,
New Order,
Rotary Connection,
Cheater Slicks,
Avey Tare,
The Fugs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Can,
Cybotron,
The Litter,
Bill Wells,
Davy DMX,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marmalade,
Funky Four + One,
Eric Copeland,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pharoah Sanders,
X-101,
Eurythmics,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
JFA,
Warren Ellis,
Q65,
Swell Maps,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Schoolly D,
Guru Guru,
The Monks,
Sun City Girls,
Vainqueur,
Blake Baxter,
Janne Schatter,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fire Engines,
Archie Shepp,
Sugar Minott,
Suicide,
Josef K,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Icehouse,
Rufus Thomas,
Bill Near,
Jerry's Kids,
Accadde A,
The Gories,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scan 7,
Soft Cell,
Blossom Toes,
Goldenarms,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.