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 Benin and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator 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 Gichy Dan to the grime 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
The American Breed,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Silicon Teens,
E-Dancer,
The Dead C,
Japan,
The Moleskins,
Robert Hood,
Eddi Front,
Mars,
Flipper,
Fear,
The Selecter,
The Smiths,
New York Dolls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bizarre Inc.,
Visage,
Blancmange,
Aaron Thompson,
Eli Mardock,
Gregory Isaacs,
Brass Construction,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fugs,
Pantaleimon,
Deadbeat,
The Young Rascals,
Bang On A Can,
The Grass Roots,
Clear Light,
Audionom,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Model 500,
Ralphi Rosario,
Matthew Bourne,
Intrusion,
The Monochrome Set,
K-Klass,
Zapp,
Country Teasers,
Soulsonic Force,
Bobby Byrd,
Danielle Patucci,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scratch Acid,
Rotary Connection,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Neon Judgement,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Prince Buster,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Deepchord,
Bob Dylan,
Joy Division,
Roy Ayers,
James White and The Blacks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.