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 Guatemala and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba 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 Byron Stingily to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Gang Green,
OOIOO,
The Sound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Underground Resistance,
Alice Coltrane,
Grandmaster Flash,
PIL,
Junior Murvin,
Erasure,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Gun Club,
The Modern Lovers,
Mission of Burma,
The Gap Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Jacques Brel,
Faraquet,
Yellowson,
Unrelated Segments,
Sandy B,
The United States of America,
Soulsonic Force,
The Litter,
Section 25,
Rekid,
The J.B.'s,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Josef K,
Organ,
The Human League,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cameo,
Jawbox,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gabor Szabo,
New York Dolls,
Neil Young,
Harmonia,
Sex Pistols,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Althea and Donna,
Ornette Coleman,
Procol Harum,
John Lydon,
Rod Modell,
Guru Guru,
The Busters,
Matthew Bourne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Names,
Khruangbin,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Selecter,
Cheater Slicks,
Harry Pussy,
Derrick May,
Crime,
Pere Ubu,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.