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 Gambia and from Philadelphia.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the 808 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 Throbbing Gristle to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Scientists,
Technova,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Radiopuhelimet,
David Bowie,
Susan Cadogan,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Wake,
EPMD,
Curtis Mayfield,
Intrusion,
Flipper,
Electric Prunes,
Bill Near,
Albert Ayler,
Matthew Halsall,
David McCallum,
Fatback Band,
John Coltrane,
Matthew Bourne,
Shuggie Otis,
Arthur Verocai,
Liliput,
Unrelated Segments,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Patti Smith,
La Düsseldorf,
Malaria!,
Gil Scott Heron,
Boz Scaggs,
Con Funk Shun,
Crooked Eye,
The Stooges,
Joyce Sims,
Ludus,
Hashim,
Freddie Wadling,
Radiohead,
Sonic Youth,
T. Rex,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Leaves,
KRS-One,
The Smiths,
Guru Guru,
Cluster,
Cal Tjader,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Reagan Youth,
Janne Schatter,
48th St. Collective,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nas,
Dark Day,
Goldenarms,
The Electric Prunes,
Can,
Scrapy,
Derrick May,
Ultra Naté,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.