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 Sri Lanka and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Robert Wyatt to the jazz 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 Busters. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
The Fugs,
Excepter,
Anakelly,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fugazi,
Lalo Schifrin,
Technova,
Brick,
Alison Limerick,
Patti Smith,
Davy DMX,
Mad Mike,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Arab on Radar,
Adolescents,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Techniques,
Public Enemy,
Marshall Jefferson,
June of 44,
Althea and Donna,
Circle Jerks,
Lindisfarne,
Skaos,
The Mummies,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Spandau Ballet,
Ludus,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Star Department,
Shoche,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Livin' Joy,
The Gap Band,
Siglo XX,
Chris & Cosey,
Skriet,
Black Pus,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pantaleimon,
The Seeds,
Blancmange,
The Shadows of Knight,
Royal Trux,
Godley & Creme,
The Count Five,
the Soft Cell,
Boz Scaggs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Das Ding,
Marvin Gaye,
Model 500,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dual Sessions,
Pulsallama,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Half Japanese,
Erykah Badu,
The Flesh Eaters,
Blossom Toes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.