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 Belarus and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Inner City to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Black Sheep,
Avey Tare,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cheater Slicks,
Sonic Youth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Theoretical Girls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Young Marble Giants,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Victims,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Glambeats Corp.,
Leonard Cohen,
Mr. Review,
The Residents,
Cameo,
Hashim,
Stetsasonic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nils Olav,
Japan,
The Vogues,
Girls At Our Best!,
Godley & Creme,
Colin Newman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Monks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Patti Smith,
One Last Wish,
Quantec,
Bobby Byrd,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Hardrive,
Alice Coltrane,
John Lydon,
The Leaves,
The American Breed,
Cybotron,
Guru Guru,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Durutti Column,
Derrick Morgan,
the Slits,
Lightning Bolt,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ohio Players,
Drexciya,
Arthur Verocai,
The Buckinghams,
Yellowson,
kango's stein massive,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Raincoats,
The Fall,
Charles Mingus,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Oblivians,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rakim,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.