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 Spain and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gerry Rafferty to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nico,
ABBA,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tomorrow,
The Motions,
Zero Boys,
Ronan,
Fela Kuti,
Echospace,
The Techniques,
New Age Steppers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Brand Nubian,
Khruangbin,
Erasure,
Spandau Ballet,
Soulsonic Force,
Easy Going,
the Human League,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eden Ahbez,
Bill Near,
Television Personalities,
Ossler,
Darondo,
Roxy Music,
T. Rex,
Rufus Thomas,
Sight & Sound,
Underground Resistance,
Marvin Gaye,
Sandy B,
Circle Jerks,
Cal Tjader,
The Vogues,
Brass Construction,
Make Up,
Popol Vuh,
Lightning Bolt,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bluetip,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sonic Youth,
the Normal,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fatback Band,
Sun Ra,
Lou Christie,
Connie Case,
The Seeds,
a-ha,
Minor Threat,
Peter and Kerry,
Scott Walker,
Kerri Chandler,
8 Eyed Spy,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.