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 Marshall Islands and from Sao Paulo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum 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 Leonard Cohen to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Mission of Burma,
Vladislav Delay,
Jimmy McGriff,
Arab on Radar,
Index,
Bang On A Can,
The Fall,
Scratch Acid,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Brand Nubian,
Sun Ra,
Model 500,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sarah Menescal,
Average White Band,
Dead Boys,
Altered Images,
The Detroit Cobras,
The American Breed,
Bobby Byrd,
Max Romeo,
Gang Green,
Sixth Finger,
The Sonics,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Smog,
The Techniques,
the Soft Cell,
Urselle,
Boogie Down Productions,
In Retrospect,
Deepchord,
David Axelrod,
Supertramp,
The Wake,
Rosa Yemen,
Reuben Wilson,
The Index,
Soft Cell,
Television,
KRS-One,
Howard Jones,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Johnny Osbourne,
Shoche,
Infiniti,
The Divine Comedy,
The Cure,
Cal Tjader,
Rekid,
Avey Tare,
Agent Orange,
Scientists,
Rites of Spring,
Fluxion,
Ohio Players,
Swans,
Icehouse,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.