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 Zambia and from Delhi.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Pagans,
Juan Atkins,
Fear,
The Fire Engines,
Moby Grape,
Pere Ubu,
Television Personalities,
Soulsonic Force,
The Gap Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marine Girls,
Matthew Halsall,
The Fall,
The Offenders,
Soft Machine,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cymande,
The Last Poets,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Faraquet,
Lungfish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Music Machine,
Gong,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Monochrome Set,
The Blues Magoos,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
T.S.O.L.,
John Cale,
The Martian,
Simply Red,
E-Dancer,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ohio Players,
Sun City Girls,
Lalann,
The Saints,
Archie Shepp,
Kaleidoscope,
Los Fastidios,
Symarip,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kenny Larkin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pierre Henry,
The Searchers,
Essential Logic,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sexual Harrassment,
X-101,
Skriet,
Jeru the Damaja,
T. Rex,
Tropical Tobacco,
Porter Ricks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Yusef Lateef,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.