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 Kazakhstan and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the rock 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sparks,
Quantec,
the Slits,
Jandek,
Robert Hood,
The Real Kids,
The Zeros,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Oblivians,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Black Dice,
Fear,
Byron Stingily,
Television Personalities,
John Coltrane,
the Association,
Bush Tetras,
Icehouse,
Hot Snakes,
The Music Machine,
The Trojans,
Alice Coltrane,
Blancmange,
Flipper,
a-ha,
Erasure,
Deadbeat,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Gun Club,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bill Near,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cluster,
The Seeds,
The Monks,
Amazonics,
David McCallum,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Brand Nubian,
The Raincoats,
The Selecter,
Minnie Riperton,
Half Japanese,
Ornette Coleman,
Royal Trux,
The Human League,
Supertramp,
Neil Young,
Pierre Henry,
Soft Machine,
Funky Four + One,
Yusef Lateef,
Underground Resistance,
Basic Channel,
the Normal,
The Durutti Column,
Robert Wyatt,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.