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 Syria and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer 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 Sparks to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Piero Umiliani,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Albert Ayler,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bluetip,
Qualms,
Los Fastidios,
Grandmaster Flash,
Alton Ellis,
The Neon Judgement,
Nirvana,
The Black Dice,
Ornette Coleman,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jacques Brel,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Modern Lovers,
Ronan,
Wally Richardson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Model 500,
June of 44,
Cymande,
Dorothy Ashby,
Grauzone,
Jacob Miller,
The Count Five,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Blake Baxter,
the Swans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fear,
10cc,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fela Kuti,
The Vogues,
Ken Boothe,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The United States of America,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
H. Thieme,
Loose Ends,
The Blues Magoos,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Angels of Light,
Severed Heads,
The Mojo Men,
Cheater Slicks,
Index,
Althea and Donna,
Sällskapet,
Metal Thangz,
Supertramp,
Cybotron,
a-ha,
Aloha Tigers,
Smog,
Roxette,
Rod Modell,
Blancmange,
Peter and Kerry,
Lightning Bolt,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.