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 Kenya and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pussy Galore to the electroclash 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Rod Modell,
Cymande,
Khruangbin,
Newcleus,
The New Christs,
Harry Pussy,
Sister Nancy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Brass Construction,
Derrick May,
Spandau Ballet,
The Birthday Party,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Adolescents,
Echospace,
Nirvana,
Eric Copeland,
Intrusion,
cv313,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Boredoms,
Bill Near,
Byron Stingily,
Arthur Verocai,
Kaleidoscope,
The Kinks,
The Blackbyrds,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dorothy Ashby,
Patti Smith,
Roxy Music,
The Last Poets,
48th St. Collective,
John Lydon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pole,
Idris Muhammad,
Theoretical Girls,
Hasil Adkins,
a-ha,
Todd Terry,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Association,
Jawbox,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lou Reed,
Alton Ellis,
Blake Baxter,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Foxx,
Sparks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Suicide,
Jeru the Damaja,
Inner City,
The Star Department,
Nick Fraelich,
Ronnie Foster,
Section 25,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.