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 Indonesia and from Manila.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer 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 Marvin Gaye to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Livin' Joy,
The Names,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bad Manners,
Henry Cow,
Laurel Aitken,
Marvin Gaye,
Howard Jones,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Warren Ellis,
The Slackers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crispy Ambulance,
Subhumans,
Aaron Thompson,
The Selecter,
Eric Dolphy,
Fugazi,
Erasure,
The Leaves,
Icehouse,
Porter Ricks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bush Tetras,
Johnny Osbourne,
Masters at Work,
Sonic Youth,
B.T. Express,
Gang Gang Dance,
Brick,
Malaria!,
Blancmange,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
R.M.O.,
Crime,
Man Parrish,
Cymande,
Guru Guru,
Ultravox,
Davy DMX,
Dennis Brown,
UT,
Interpol,
Public Enemy,
Dawn Penn,
Theoretical Girls,
Thee Headcoats,
Jandek,
Supertramp,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Chris & Cosey,
Terry Callier,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Donald Byrd,
Kenny Larkin,
Isaac Hayes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Japan,
Oblivians,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.