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 Thailand and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer 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 48th St. Collective to the electroclash 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Bobby Byrd,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Country Teasers,
Pantytec,
Little Man,
Black Sheep,
E-Dancer,
Nils Olav,
Lungfish,
The Fall,
Tropical Tobacco,
Black Pus,
Derrick May,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wire,
The Neon Judgement,
Guru Guru,
Lower 48,
Lou Christie,
Public Enemy,
Can,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scrapy,
Fela Kuti,
Graham Central Station,
The Pop Group,
Max Romeo,
World's Most,
Cameo,
The Remains,
a-ha,
Sam Rivers,
Skaos,
Robert Görl,
Wally Richardson,
Tommy Roe,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Reuben Wilson,
The Red Krayola,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lyres,
Piero Umiliani,
Q and Not U,
The Young Rascals,
Prince Buster,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scott Walker,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gang of Four,
Rufus Thomas,
Flash Fearless,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Monks,
John Coltrane,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cheater Slicks,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.