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 Liechtenstein and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar 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 Hot Snakes to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Johnny Clarke,
Kerri Chandler,
Smog,
Bobby Womack,
Avey Tare,
Alphaville,
Mark Hollis,
New Order,
Index,
Camouflage,
Rekid,
The Sonics,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Underground Resistance,
Marvin Gaye,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Darondo,
The J.B.'s,
Derrick May,
Connie Case,
Man Parrish,
Popol Vuh,
Trumans Water,
Motorama,
Depeche Mode,
The Fire Engines,
The New Christs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Visage,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Danielle Patucci,
UT,
Scrapy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Groovy Waters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cheater Slicks,
The Human League,
Section 25,
The Smoke,
Graham Central Station,
Sixth Finger,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Quantec,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
La Düsseldorf,
Sparks,
Judy Mowatt,
Yazoo,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fall,
Infiniti,
Cluster,
The Durutti Column,
Marc Almond,
Faust,
Scott Walker,
The Motions,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.