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 China and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the punk 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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
the Fania All-Stars,
Infiniti,
the Swans,
H. Thieme,
Patti Smith,
Jacob Miller,
Pantytec,
Piero Umiliani,
The Gap Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ice-T,
Henry Cow,
Stetsasonic,
The Selecter,
Slave,
Josef K,
Soulsonic Force,
Leonard Cohen,
Max Romeo,
the Sonics,
The Dave Clark Five,
June Days,
The Busters,
Connie Case,
Man Parrish,
The Gories,
Mr. Review,
The Star Department,
Sound Behaviour,
Cymande,
Lakeside,
Joy Division,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ultravox,
CMW,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ultra Naté,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
10cc,
Mission of Burma,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nico,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hardrive,
The Blues Magoos,
Soul II Soul,
Technova,
Vainqueur,
DNA,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fugazi,
Cluster,
Livin' Joy,
Moss Icon,
Skriet,
Reuben Wilson,
Camberwell Now,
a-ha,
Circle Jerks,
the Bar-Kays,
Ludus,
Kayak,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.