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 Montenegro and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 OOIOO to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Prince Buster,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The New Christs,
The Real Kids,
Bauhaus,
Avey Tare,
Second Layer,
Excepter,
Rotary Connection,
Judy Mowatt,
Gichy Dan,
Sex Pistols,
Marine Girls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tim Buckley,
Jeff Mills,
Sixth Finger,
Kool Moe Dee,
Swans,
Flipper,
Rhythm & Sound,
Byron Stingily,
Blancmange,
The Raincoats,
The Dead C,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Minny Pops,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Aural Exciters,
Anthony Braxton,
Liliput,
Public Image Ltd.,
Andrew Hill,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Motorama,
The Moleskins,
Jeff Lynne,
The Stooges,
Royal Trux,
Roxy Music,
Amon Düül II,
Tommy Roe,
Jerry's Kids,
Underground Resistance,
Steve Hackett,
Sight & Sound,
Average White Band,
Erasure,
Lungfish,
Deadbeat,
Rakim,
James White and The Blacks,
Connie Case,
Goldenarms,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.