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 Laos and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Lou Reed 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 X-102 to the crunk 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Sugar Minott,
Agitation Free,
Swans,
Ten City,
Whodini,
Jerry's Kids,
Camouflage,
New York Dolls,
Bluetip,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tears for Fears,
Scientists,
E-Dancer,
Y Pants,
Quadrant,
Zapp,
Roxy Music,
Moebius,
Scott Walker,
The Seeds,
The Modern Lovers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Freddie Wadling,
Intrusion,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Zeros,
Clear Light,
Public Enemy,
These Immortal Souls,
Nik Kershaw,
Fat Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Franke,
Gong,
Jacob Miller,
Babytalk,
Symarip,
The Invisible,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mo-Dettes,
The Skatalites,
One Last Wish,
The Black Dice,
Jeff Mills,
Fluxion,
John Lydon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Aural Exciters,
Sun City Girls,
Audionom,
Cecil Taylor,
Sister Nancy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soft Machine,
Albert Ayler,
Todd Terry,
Youth Brigade,
Funkadelic,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.