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 Togo and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Donald Fagen 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 John Coltrane 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fat Boys,
Minny Pops,
Swell Maps,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Erykah Badu,
Mo-Dettes,
Delta 5,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wire,
The Moleskins,
John Cale,
Babytalk,
Hashim,
Agent Orange,
Swans,
Japan,
Joe Smooth,
The Associates,
Ice-T,
Lakeside,
Q and Not U,
Lucky Dragons,
Howard Jones,
Goldenarms,
Piero Umiliani,
Faraquet,
Zero Boys,
Alice Coltrane,
Alton Ellis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bauhaus,
Blancmange,
Sällskapet,
Tim Buckley,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tropical Tobacco,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scan 7,
Franke,
Fela Kuti,
Vainqueur,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Connie Case,
The Dirtbombs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nico,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gang Green,
Don Cherry,
X-102,
Cheater Slicks,
The Birthday Party,
Lou Reed,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sandy B,
Absolute Body Control,
Malaria!,
The Fuzztones,
The Motions,
New Order,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.