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 Tajikistan and from Glasgow.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Maurizio to the jazz 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
L. Decosne,
Skaos,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bang On A Can,
Spandau Ballet,
Index,
The Slits,
Eli Mardock,
Alice Coltrane,
Dawn Penn,
Eve St. Jones,
K-Klass,
Los Fastidios,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wally Richardson,
UT,
Yaz,
The Cure,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sound Behaviour,
Peter & Gordon,
Iggy Pop,
Al Stewart,
Hasil Adkins,
Brand Nubian,
Quantec,
Symarip,
Deepchord,
June of 44,
Amazonics,
Newcleus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Clear Light,
Darondo,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Vogues,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dual Sessions,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Alison Limerick,
Faraquet,
Massinfluence,
F. McDonald,
The Happenings,
Youth Brigade,
the Fania All-Stars,
Harmonia,
The Five Americans,
Nico,
Lindisfarne,
New York Dolls,
Accadde A,
The Velvet Underground,
Soft Machine,
Suicide,
John Foxx,
Arthur Verocai,
Depeche Mode,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.