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 Gabon and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Aloha Tigers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marc Almond,
Public Enemy,
Severed Heads,
Cheater Slicks,
Ultra Naté,
Glenn Branca,
Aaron Thompson,
Little Man,
Gang Green,
The Fire Engines,
Matthew Bourne,
Second Layer,
Eve St. Jones,
Crash Course in Science,
Cymande,
Rakim,
Rod Modell,
The Music Machine,
Chris Corsano,
EPMD,
The Index,
Kerri Chandler,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Qualms,
Darondo,
Dave Gahan,
Joey Negro,
Danielle Patucci,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joe Finger,
Wally Richardson,
Alphaville,
Schoolly D,
Marmalade,
The Busters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Grauzone,
PIL,
Sister Nancy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Dirtbombs,
The Cowsills,
The Sound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
10cc,
Ponytail,
Sandy B,
Anakelly,
The Blues Magoos,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Boz Scaggs,
Hashim,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Andrew Hill,
These Immortal Souls,
New Age Steppers,
Sparks,
Neu!,
Agitation Free,
Janne Schatter,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.