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 Ghana 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Delon & Dalcan to the electroclash 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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Görl,
Main Source,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Arcadia,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Robert Wyatt,
The Skatalites,
The Dirtbombs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Erasure,
The Sound,
Danielle Patucci,
Reuben Wilson,
Carl Craig,
Slave,
Country Teasers,
The Electric Prunes,
Gang of Four,
Funkadelic,
Crime,
Eric Copeland,
DJ Sneak,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sandy B,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Yazoo,
Sun Ra,
H. Thieme,
Icehouse,
Jacob Miller,
Frankie Knuckles,
Duran Duran,
Faust,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Monks,
Echospace,
Sällskapet,
Arthur Verocai,
The Gap Band,
Sugar Minott,
L. Decosne,
The Moody Blues,
Aaron Thompson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Todd Terry,
Minny Pops,
Colin Newman,
World's Most,
Smog,
Eddi Front,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Music Machine,
Barbara Tucker,
Scientists,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fatback Band,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.