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 Burundi and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kool Moe Dee to the techno 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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Joe Finger,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scion,
Outsiders,
Animal Collective,
Cheater Slicks,
The American Breed,
The Stooges,
Blancmange,
Skarface,
Visage,
The New Christs,
Camouflage,
Quantec,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Liliput,
Ohio Players,
Darondo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gang Green,
The Barracudas,
The Victims,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fatback Band,
Godley & Creme,
Terrestrial Tones,
Leonard Cohen,
Deadbeat,
Chrome,
The Last Poets,
Robert Hood,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Infiniti,
Franke,
Royal Trux,
Boredoms,
Skriet,
The Standells,
Sight & Sound,
X-102,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Little Man,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Malaria!,
Radiohead,
Joensuu 1685,
Moby Grape,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ludus,
James White and The Blacks,
Pierre Henry,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eden Ahbez,
The Motions,
Lungfish,
Buzzcocks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Von Mondo,
Sun City Girls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
MDC,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.