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 Botswana and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum 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 The Offenders to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s 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 Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
ABBA,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Fire Engines,
B.T. Express,
Lungfish,
Kerri Chandler,
Outsiders,
This Heat,
Minny Pops,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eddi Front,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Sheep,
The Mummies,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bill Near,
Dennis Brown,
The Tremeloes,
Blancmange,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
China Crisis,
Funkadelic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Robert Görl,
Unrelated Segments,
Todd Terry,
Bronski Beat,
Los Fastidios,
Mars,
Marvin Gaye,
Deakin,
Eurythmics,
FM Einheit,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fugazi,
Ronan,
Piero Umiliani,
The Flesh Eaters,
Symarip,
Pantytec,
Parry Music,
Pierre Henry,
The Sonics,
Newcleus,
Siglo XX,
The Mighty Diamonds,
A Certain Ratio,
David Bowie,
Roxy Music,
the Fania All-Stars,
Barrington Levy,
Tommy Roe,
Porter Ricks,
Absolute Body Control,
In Retrospect,
The Stooges,
Tubeway Army,
Underground Resistance,
Albert Ayler,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.