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 Iceland and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ 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 Robert Hood to the techno 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Bootsy Collins,
Sight & Sound,
Minutemen,
Yazoo,
The Index,
Electric Prunes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Connie Case,
Danielle Patucci,
Wally Richardson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kaleidoscope,
D'Angelo,
Oblivians,
The Velvet Underground,
Skarface,
Public Image Ltd.,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ronan,
Japan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Alphaville,
Technova,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jerry's Kids,
Tim Buckley,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mandrill,
Masters at Work,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
K-Klass,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bauhaus,
Rotary Connection,
Bluetip,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Star Department,
The Motions,
Index,
Ohio Players,
Scrapy,
Groovy Waters,
Bad Manners,
B.T. Express,
Minny Pops,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Silicon Teens,
Sister Nancy,
Neil Young,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Royal Trux,
Tropical Tobacco,
Make Up,
The Barracudas,
The Selecter,
Warsaw,
Marmalade,
Lou Reed,
Sugar Minott,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.