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 Netherlands and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ 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 The Fire Engines to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Model 500,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Last Poets,
Camberwell Now,
Scratch Acid,
AZ,
Scientists,
Black Moon,
Goldenarms,
Main Source,
Scan 7,
Sister Nancy,
Icehouse,
New York Dolls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Simply Red,
Anthony Braxton,
The Durutti Column,
Underground Resistance,
The Dirtbombs,
Oblivians,
Silicon Teens,
Ultra Naté,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Skarface,
Johnny Osbourne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Leonard Cohen,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scrapy,
Peter and Kerry,
PIL,
Pulsallama,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Modern Lovers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mad Mike,
Japan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bang On A Can,
Wolf Eyes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eric Copeland,
The New Christs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rotary Connection,
Man Parrish,
Parry Music,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Motorama,
Bobby Sherman,
The Golliwogs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hot Snakes,
the Human League,
MDC,
Roger Hodgson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.