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 Taiwan and from Paris.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 U.S. Maple to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Black Sheep,
Bronski Beat,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kurtis Blow,
The Dirtbombs,
Ronnie Foster,
Matthew Bourne,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Throbbing Gristle,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kerri Chandler,
Scott Walker,
Yellowson,
Eurythmics,
Sandy B,
Grey Daturas,
Pantaleimon,
The Barracudas,
Althea and Donna,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Blackbyrds,
The Alarm Clocks,
Aswad,
Faraquet,
Television Personalities,
Supertramp,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wolf Eyes,
MDC,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Accadde A,
Quadrant,
Lower 48,
The Index,
Q65,
The Doors,
The Pop Group,
Desert Stars,
Jacob Miller,
Essential Logic,
Barbara Tucker,
Toni Rubio,
Popol Vuh,
Jacques Brel,
Black Moon,
The Electric Prunes,
The Pretty Things,
Excepter,
Glenn Branca,
Bluetip,
Letta Mbulu,
Nation of Ulysses,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Buckinghams,
The Motions,
AZ,
Adolescents,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.