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 Nauru and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Holger Czukay 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 The Barracudas to the rock 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
The Fuzztones,
Chris & Cosey,
Visage,
Prince Buster,
Pulsallama,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Glambeats Corp.,
Derrick May,
Gerry Rafferty,
Flash Fearless,
Chrome,
Pet Shop Boys,
Boredoms,
Man Parrish,
The Raincoats,
Groovy Waters,
David McCallum,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fortunes,
The Pop Group,
Marvin Gaye,
Oneida,
Fugazi,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Kinks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Robert Wyatt,
Faraquet,
Loose Ends,
Ponytail,
Absolute Body Control,
Matthew Halsall,
Wally Richardson,
Leonard Cohen,
James White and The Blacks,
Rufus Thomas,
Blossom Toes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jandek,
Dark Day,
Theoretical Girls,
Roy Ayers,
Sex Pistols,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marcia Griffiths,
Magma,
Lindisfarne,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hashim,
Fat Boys,
Al Stewart,
R.M.O.,
The Leaves,
X-Ray Spex,
Connie Case,
Juan Atkins,
The Smiths,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.