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 Gambia and from Copenhagen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the techno 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 Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Mojo Men,
EPMD,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Al Stewart,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Darondo,
Carl Craig,
Agitation Free,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
These Immortal Souls,
Scientists,
Connie Case,
The Offenders,
Donald Byrd,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soulsonic Force,
Public Image Ltd.,
Excepter,
ABBA,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Young Marble Giants,
Gregory Isaacs,
La Düsseldorf,
Groovy Waters,
The Happenings,
Warsaw,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
ABC,
Freddie Wadling,
Amon Düül,
Josef K,
Fela Kuti,
Zero Boys,
Kaleidoscope,
Deepchord,
The Detroit Cobras,
Godley & Creme,
Kurtis Blow,
China Crisis,
The Searchers,
The Victims,
Rosa Yemen,
Dawn Penn,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Associates,
B.T. Express,
Ultravox,
Rotary Connection,
Average White Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cecil Taylor,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cheater Slicks,
Sun Ra,
Scratch Acid,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ornette Coleman,
Idris Muhammad,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.