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 Malawi and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord 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 China Crisis to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cal Tjader,
Glenn Branca,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bootsy Collins,
The Dirtbombs,
Tim Buckley,
Section 25,
Donald Byrd,
a-ha,
The Litter,
Ken Boothe,
Flash Fearless,
Crash Course in Science,
The Toasters,
The Young Rascals,
Wally Richardson,
Moby Grape,
Fear,
Das Ding,
The Busters,
Bobby Byrd,
Toni Rubio,
Graham Central Station,
Bronski Beat,
Barbara Tucker,
Harmonia,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eric Copeland,
Avey Tare,
Kool Moe Dee,
Harpers Bizarre,
Chris & Cosey,
Arthur Verocai,
Electric Prunes,
Thee Headcoats,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Trumans Water,
Isaac Hayes,
Ronnie Foster,
The Cure,
The Cowsills,
Easy Going,
Q65,
Gang Green,
Minor Threat,
Fad Gadget,
The Sound,
The Smoke,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jawbox,
The Kinks,
Lou Christie,
Dave Gahan,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Slackers,
Colin Newman,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.