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 Uganda and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ 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 Flipper to the disco 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Jandek,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lungfish,
Shoche,
Fugazi,
Alison Limerick,
Pylon,
Dark Day,
Nik Kershaw,
Royal Trux,
B.T. Express,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Zeros,
Soulsonic Force,
Agitation Free,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Vainqueur,
The Move,
Buzzcocks,
Sällskapet,
Procol Harum,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mad Mike,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sparks,
Howard Jones,
Massinfluence,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jeff Lynne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marvin Gaye,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joe Smooth,
The J.B.'s,
Symarip,
The Gap Band,
The Offenders,
Monks,
Tommy Roe,
Radio Birdman,
This Heat,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Brick,
Section 25,
David McCallum,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kenny Larkin,
Nick Fraelich,
Stiv Bators,
Ultra Naté,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Red Krayola,
Severed Heads,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Groovy Waters,
Urselle,
Juan Atkins,
Neu!,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.