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 Micronesia and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Model 500 to the funk 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Au Pairs,
Jeff Lynne,
DJ Style,
Vainqueur,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Agent Orange,
Nils Olav,
Skaos,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sound Behaviour,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nas,
Motorama,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Saints,
Unrelated Segments,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gregory Isaacs,
Morten Harket,
The Evens,
Pulsallama,
LL Cool J,
The Invisible,
Patti Smith,
Boz Scaggs,
the Soft Cell,
China Crisis,
Roxy Music,
Eden Ahbez,
Gichy Dan,
Don Cherry,
Johnny Osbourne,
Public Enemy,
Circle Jerks,
Eddi Front,
Radiohead,
Soul II Soul,
Stereo Dub,
The Smoke,
KRS-One,
L. Decosne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Dead C,
Tears for Fears,
Flash Fearless,
Tim Buckley,
X-Ray Spex,
Parry Music,
Joyce Sims,
The Residents,
Robert Görl,
Ultravox,
Tommy Roe,
Chris & Cosey,
Lalann,
Bizarre Inc.,
FM Einheit,
The Walker Brothers,
Henry Cow,
Mark Hollis,
UT,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.