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 India and from Sao Paulo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 A Certain Ratio to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Gang Gang Dance,
Aaron Thompson,
The Divine Comedy,
Newcleus,
The Techniques,
Yazoo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The United States of America,
The Monks,
Davy DMX,
The Seeds,
The Gun Club,
PIL,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Grass Roots,
Black Bananas,
Roxette,
Bobby Sherman,
LL Cool J,
Rites of Spring,
Sonny Sharrock,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rakim,
Scion,
AZ,
the Slits,
The Gladiators,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Smoke,
The Black Dice,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Sheep,
Intrusion,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Moody Blues,
Mark Hollis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Remains,
Scan 7,
Leonard Cohen,
Theoretical Girls,
Ossler,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Duran Duran,
The Blues Magoos,
Amon Düül,
Juan Atkins,
Radio Birdman,
Banda Bassotti,
Audionom,
Hasil Adkins,
DJ Sneak,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Babytalk,
The Dave Clark Five,
Quando Quango,
the Association,
Suicide,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.