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 Belgium and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 ABC to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Infiniti,
Marmalade,
Peter and Kerry,
Judy Mowatt,
The Remains,
Suicide,
Desert Stars,
Sex Pistols,
The Birthday Party,
Marvin Gaye,
Heaven 17,
Sister Nancy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Colin Newman,
Deakin,
Nik Kershaw,
Grauzone,
Minutemen,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dave Gahan,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Pop Group,
Pole,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Robert Hood,
Jawbox,
Ralphi Rosario,
Duran Duran,
Monolake,
Bob Dylan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Maurizio,
Moby Grape,
KRS-One,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Associates,
Davy DMX,
Letta Mbulu,
Moss Icon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mr. Review,
Roger Hodgson,
Rites of Spring,
Alphaville,
Yusef Lateef,
Aswad,
Danielle Patucci,
Rakim,
Bill Near,
Clear Light,
Q and Not U,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soft Machine,
The Grass Roots,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.