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 Niger and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 the Association to the jazz 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon 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?
The J.B.'s,
The Electric Prunes,
Tubeway Army,
The Monks,
Make Up,
Hashim,
The Index,
The Move,
Japan,
Soul II Soul,
DJ Sneak,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Severed Heads,
Man Eating Sloth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eurythmics,
Bang On A Can,
Joyce Sims,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobby Sherman,
Bauhaus,
Tomorrow,
Subhumans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobby Womack,
Bob Dylan,
Sight & Sound,
Cymande,
Barbara Tucker,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Amazonics,
Black Flag,
Gerry Rafferty,
Qualms,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Stooges,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dorothy Ashby,
Chrome,
Jerry's Kids,
Theoretical Girls,
Idris Muhammad,
Colin Newman,
Camberwell Now,
Crooked Eye,
Public Image Ltd.,
A Certain Ratio,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lower 48,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fela Kuti,
Pole,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Carl Craig,
Thee Headcoats,
The Black Dice,
Cal Tjader,
Das Ding,
Animal Collective,
The Slackers,
Thompson Twins,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.