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 Sao Paulo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb 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 Scan 7 to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wasted Youth,
Reagan Youth,
David Bowie,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Lydon,
B.T. Express,
Jawbox,
Jeff Lynne,
Marvin Gaye,
Harmonia,
Banda Bassotti,
Sugar Minott,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Minor Threat,
John Cale,
Spandau Ballet,
Smog,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joe Finger,
Alison Limerick,
New Age Steppers,
Fat Boys,
X-102,
Depeche Mode,
The Barracudas,
The Star Department,
The Mojo Men,
Boredoms,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Stereo Dub,
L. Decosne,
Fluxion,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ossler,
Avey Tare,
Warren Ellis,
Black Bananas,
The Moody Blues,
Rekid,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bad Manners,
DJ Sneak,
Radiohead,
Blancmange,
Rosa Yemen,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Dave Clark Five,
Skriet,
Con Funk Shun,
Idris Muhammad,
The Toasters,
Lucky Dragons,
Rites of Spring,
Main Source,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Blackbyrds,
Isaac Hayes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.