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 Russia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the rock 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Lyres,
Kayak,
Rufus Thomas,
Curtis Mayfield,
cv313,
Lalann,
Visage,
Ponytail,
Connie Case,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Juan Atkins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fuzztones,
Joyce Sims,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Young Rascals,
Marvin Gaye,
Mars,
The Mojo Men,
The Searchers,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Angels of Light,
Rapeman,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ronan,
Arab on Radar,
Tres Demented,
The Selecter,
Can,
ABBA,
Thee Headcoats,
John Lydon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sixth Finger,
The Sound,
Yusef Lateef,
Hashim,
the Germs,
Terry Callier,
Quadrant,
Soft Cell,
Terrestrial Tones,
Qualms,
Josef K,
Massinfluence,
Amazonics,
The Gories,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Alison Limerick,
Pere Ubu,
Crime,
Scion,
Pussy Galore,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Robert Wyatt,
James White and The Blacks,
Porter Ricks,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.