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 Finland and from Calgary.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Janne Schatter 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Jacques Brel,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Crispy Ambulance,
Alice Coltrane,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scott Walker,
Minutemen,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Underground Resistance,
Television Personalities,
Tom Boy,
Sällskapet,
K-Klass,
Public Enemy,
Newcleus,
The Happenings,
Symarip,
This Heat,
Unrelated Segments,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Q65,
B.T. Express,
the Normal,
Ronnie Foster,
Bad Manners,
Animal Collective,
John Foxx,
Technova,
Talk Talk,
Joe Finger,
Patti Smith,
The Electric Prunes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
DJ Style,
the Sonics,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
ABC,
The Blues Magoos,
The Smoke,
Lungfish,
Desert Stars,
Ultravox,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
FM Einheit,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Youth Brigade,
Cecil Taylor,
Roger Hodgson,
The Beau Brummels,
Ludus,
Franke,
Massinfluence,
Lucky Dragons,
OOIOO,
Nico,
Dave Gahan,
Henry Cow,
The Monks,
The Sonics,
Chrome,
Easy Going,
Mary Jane Girls,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.