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 Egypt and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Davy DMX to the disco 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Wings,
Sister Nancy,
Joyce Sims,
Colin Newman,
The Gladiators,
Robert Görl,
Interpol,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scion,
DJ Style,
Slick Rick,
The Red Krayola,
Marc Almond,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nico,
L. Decosne,
Amon Düül,
Von Mondo,
Junior Murvin,
Neu!,
Brass Construction,
Arab on Radar,
Duran Duran,
Steve Hackett,
Lou Christie,
The Residents,
Nik Kershaw,
Lakeside,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pylon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Harmonia,
Alphaville,
Alice Coltrane,
DNA,
The Trojans,
The Beau Brummels,
Audionom,
the Bar-Kays,
Boredoms,
China Crisis,
The Zeros,
The Slackers,
Robert Wyatt,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sex Pistols,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kaleidoscope,
Pierre Henry,
Sixth Finger,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Whodini,
Q and Not U,
The Young Rascals,
Scientists,
Royal Trux,
Gil Scott Heron,
D'Angelo,
The Walker Brothers,
Rufus Thomas,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.