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 Georgia and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bobby Womack to the dance 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Surgeon,
Yusef Lateef,
The Walker Brothers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Can,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Sonics,
DJ Sneak,
These Immortal Souls,
Arcadia,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Birthday Party,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Foxx,
Frankie Knuckles,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joensuu 1685,
Steve Hackett,
Electric Light Orchestra,
MDC,
Erasure,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Hashim,
Traffic Nightmare,
Brand Nubian,
Kayak,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Last Poets,
Mad Mike,
Audionom,
Kenny Larkin,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Minny Pops,
Fat Boys,
Colin Newman,
The Residents,
Lou Christie,
Dave Gahan,
Animal Collective,
Laurel Aitken,
The Smoke,
Lower 48,
The Motions,
Black Sheep,
The Saints,
Warren Ellis,
The Fugs,
Albert Ayler,
Y Pants,
EPMD,
Anthony Braxton,
Dennis Brown,
The Vogues,
Lalann,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.