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 Zimbabwe and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Morten Harket to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Sun Ra,
Donald Byrd,
Japan,
The Fire Engines,
Rites of Spring,
Joensuu 1685,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Neon Judgement,
Radiohead,
Smog,
Y Pants,
the Swans,
Duran Duran,
PIL,
Sarah Menescal,
New Order,
Deakin,
The Kinks,
Colin Newman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Circle Jerks,
K-Klass,
The Durutti Column,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Moss Icon,
Morten Harket,
Danielle Patucci,
China Crisis,
Animal Collective,
The Litter,
Soul Sonic Force,
June of 44,
The Skatalites,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bronski Beat,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Goldenarms,
Visage,
Aswad,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Traffic Nightmare,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ludus,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pantaleimon,
Charles Mingus,
Swell Maps,
48th St. Collective,
Sexual Harrassment,
Whodini,
the Human League,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Yazoo,
Sällskapet,
T. Rex,
Make Up,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Lydon,
Vainqueur,
The Gap Band,
Delta 5,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.