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 Saudi Arabia and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro 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 Vladislav Delay to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Godley & Creme,
Tomorrow,
Davy DMX,
Freddie Wadling,
Von Mondo,
Man Parrish,
Rekid,
Eden Ahbez,
Derrick May,
Ralphi Rosario,
Don Cherry,
The Tremeloes,
E-Dancer,
Suicide,
Deepchord,
Bluetip,
Wolf Eyes,
The Young Rascals,
Technova,
the Fania All-Stars,
Letta Mbulu,
The Detroit Cobras,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Delta 5,
Sam Rivers,
Motorama,
Ten City,
Chris Corsano,
The Fortunes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fall,
Black Bananas,
Mark Hollis,
Kas Product,
Gang Green,
This Heat,
Talk Talk,
Altered Images,
Brothers Johnson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Sheep,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marc Almond,
Section 25,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Moon,
Fatback Band,
Buzzcocks,
The Cure,
Eric Dolphy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Main Source,
Swell Maps,
DNA,
Pierre Henry,
Tres Demented,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.