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 Taiwan and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Mantronix to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eli Mardock,
The United States of America,
Oblivians,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Moleskins,
Visage,
X-102,
Isaac Hayes,
Surgeon,
Peter and Kerry,
The Trojans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Khruangbin,
Hasil Adkins,
Minutemen,
Lee Hazlewood,
Franke,
Unwound,
Cluster,
MDC,
Au Pairs,
Reuben Wilson,
Judy Mowatt,
Sarah Menescal,
Arcadia,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Human League,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ultravox,
Skriet,
Deepchord,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joe Finger,
Robert Wyatt,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Velvet Underground,
Alison Limerick,
Groovy Waters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hoover,
Marcia Griffiths,
Stetsasonic,
The Star Department,
Organ,
Masters at Work,
Average White Band,
John Lydon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Techniques,
Moby Grape,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Minnie Riperton,
Ken Boothe,
The Skatalites,
Essential Logic,
Soft Cell,
Dorothy Ashby,
ABBA,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.