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 Tuvalu 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 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 Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
The Black Dice,
Derrick May,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Al Stewart,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Japan,
Easy Going,
The Misunderstood,
Yellowson,
John Lydon,
Letta Mbulu,
Wally Richardson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hardrive,
Tommy Roe,
Arcadia,
Iggy Pop,
Scratch Acid,
the Germs,
New Age Steppers,
Bronski Beat,
Make Up,
Rites of Spring,
Dave Gahan,
Carl Craig,
Pantaleimon,
Eli Mardock,
The Modern Lovers,
Aural Exciters,
Crime,
The Slits,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ultra Naté,
Barry Ungar,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Alton Ellis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Thompson Twins,
The Walker Brothers,
Glambeats Corp.,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Soft Cell,
Pylon,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Holt,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Royal Trux,
Altered Images,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Skarface,
Ronan,
David McCallum,
The Music Machine,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Susan Cadogan,
Jawbox,
The Stooges,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.