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 Egypt and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin 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 Kool Moe Dee to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Lindisfarne,
Kenny Larkin,
Barbara Tucker,
Funkadelic,
Joe Finger,
A Certain Ratio,
Gang of Four,
Half Japanese,
Soul Sonic Force,
Donny Hathaway,
The Martian,
The New Christs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Au Pairs,
Bobby Sherman,
Kerrie Biddell,
MDC,
Dead Boys,
Desert Stars,
The Skatalites,
Echospace,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Piero Umiliani,
Depeche Mode,
Dual Sessions,
Toni Rubio,
Pylon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Derrick May,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bronski Beat,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dennis Brown,
Rhythm & Sound,
Suburban Knight,
Todd Rundgren,
The Electric Prunes,
Tomorrow,
The Remains,
F. McDonald,
Godley & Creme,
Index,
Ronan,
Joe Smooth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Move,
Accadde A,
The Moleskins,
Alphaville,
Howard Jones,
Frankie Knuckles,
Chrome,
James White and The Blacks,
Hoover,
Cheater Slicks,
Cecil Taylor,
The Human League,
Easy Going,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.