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 Luxembourg and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Delhi.
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 spring reverb 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 Lungfish to the grunge 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Swell Maps,
The Blues Magoos,
Kevin Saunderson,
Slave,
Bad Manners,
CMW,
F. McDonald,
B.T. Express,
Model 500,
The American Breed,
Bobby Sherman,
The Vogues,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Flash Fearless,
Wings,
Average White Band,
Oneida,
Cymande,
Morten Harket,
Bluetip,
Con Funk Shun,
JFA,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Skatalites,
Roxette,
Scientists,
Dorothy Ashby,
Al Stewart,
The Detroit Cobras,
Skriet,
The Birthday Party,
Banda Bassotti,
Angry Samoans,
Idris Muhammad,
Gichy Dan,
Can,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wally Richardson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Goldenarms,
Graham Central Station,
Eurythmics,
These Immortal Souls,
The Blackbyrds,
Yellowson,
The Techniques,
The Fortunes,
John Lydon,
Simply Red,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lindisfarne,
Dennis Brown,
Drexciya,
The Fall,
Johnny Clarke,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Iggy Pop,
Parry Music,
Reagan Youth,
Gang Gang Dance,
Henry Cow,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.