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 Seychelles and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Tubeway Army to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Liliput,
Dead Boys,
JFA,
The New Christs,
Sarah Menescal,
Danielle Patucci,
China Crisis,
Alice Coltrane,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pulsallama,
Throbbing Gristle,
Procol Harum,
The Shadows of Knight,
New York Dolls,
The Residents,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lou Reed,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Das Ding,
Aural Exciters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Peter and Kerry,
Second Layer,
One Last Wish,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tres Demented,
Joensuu 1685,
The Detroit Cobras,
PIL,
The Buckinghams,
Soft Machine,
Don Cherry,
Yaz,
Sugar Minott,
Panda Bear,
Trumans Water,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Durutti Column,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Brand Nubian,
Robert Wyatt,
Gong,
Wings,
The Walker Brothers,
Magma,
B.T. Express,
The Fire Engines,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Byron Stingily,
Terry Callier,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Magazine,
Chris & Cosey,
The Monochrome Set,
Scratch Acid,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.