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 El Salvador 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
The Kinks,
UT,
Outsiders,
The Techniques,
T.S.O.L.,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Deakin,
X-101,
Underground Resistance,
Bluetip,
Ralphi Rosario,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wally Richardson,
Rufus Thomas,
Animal Collective,
Maleditus Sound,
Country Teasers,
Pulsallama,
Negative Approach,
Flamin' Groovies,
Youth Brigade,
June Days,
Lucky Dragons,
Saccharine Trust,
Yazoo,
Tom Boy,
Alison Limerick,
Radio Birdman,
The Fuzztones,
Swans,
Joey Negro,
New Order,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Basic Channel,
Pantaleimon,
Tim Buckley,
Neu!,
Peter and Kerry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The United States of America,
The Dirtbombs,
A Certain Ratio,
The Alarm Clocks,
Roxy Music,
New Age Steppers,
Little Man,
Rotary Connection,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Golliwogs,
Peter & Gordon,
Nico,
Donald Byrd,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wire,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Human League,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.