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 Somalia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 James White and The Blacks to the electroclash 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
The Searchers,
the Soft Cell,
The Star Department,
Ten City,
Brothers Johnson,
Hoover,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Moon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Stooges,
Boredoms,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sex Pistols,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joe Smooth,
Leonard Cohen,
Panda Bear,
Qualms,
The Mojo Men,
Das Ding,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ronnie Foster,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Knickerbockers,
Warren Ellis,
Crooked Eye,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Grass Roots,
Bad Manners,
Andrew Hill,
The Durutti Column,
Minutemen,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Angels of Light,
Minnie Riperton,
Kevin Saunderson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ultra Naté,
Cheater Slicks,
Spoonie Gee,
Fatback Band,
Electric Prunes,
Soulsonic Force,
Cluster,
Avey Tare,
The Busters,
48th St. Collective,
The Associates,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sonic Youth,
Country Teasers,
Boz Scaggs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Cowsills,
Letta Mbulu,
The Mummies,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Gun Club,
These Immortal Souls,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.