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 Albania and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Donny Hathaway to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Kool Moe Dee,
Symarip,
The Shadows of Knight,
Stockholm Monsters,
Blake Baxter,
Audionom,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
New Order,
Grauzone,
Drexciya,
Ronan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crime,
Yellowson,
Hoover,
Angry Samoans,
Magma,
Michelle Simonal,
Nils Olav,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wire,
Ash Ra Tempel,
E-Dancer,
The Vogues,
Mission of Burma,
ABC,
The United States of America,
Blancmange,
Soul II Soul,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Happenings,
Agitation Free,
Tears for Fears,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ituana,
OOIOO,
Patti Smith,
Ohio Players,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Freddie Wadling,
Pussy Galore,
Laurel Aitken,
The Skatalites,
David Bowie,
The Pretty Things,
Los Fastidios,
Theoretical Girls,
Amon Düül II,
Fela Kuti,
Rufus Thomas,
LL Cool J,
John Foxx,
The Star Department,
Pylon,
The Young Rascals,
The Monochrome Set,
Piero Umiliani,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.