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 Pakistan and from Madrid.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Lou Reed 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 Bush Tetras to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Tommy Roe,
Rakim,
Guru Guru,
Yellowson,
Dead Boys,
Nation of Ulysses,
Skriet,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eve St. Jones,
X-102,
Cymande,
Boogie Down Productions,
Maurizio,
The Velvet Underground,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lyres,
Sound Behaviour,
Heaven 17,
Pet Shop Boys,
DNA,
Aswad,
The Dave Clark Five,
Brand Nubian,
Mark Hollis,
Cluster,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
A Certain Ratio,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Trojans,
Newcleus,
Radiopuhelimet,
Index,
DJ Style,
Black Sheep,
Black Pus,
One Last Wish,
Barrington Levy,
Blake Baxter,
Byron Stingily,
F. McDonald,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Oneida,
Grey Daturas,
Anthony Braxton,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Todd Terry,
The Motions,
Cybotron,
Patti Smith,
Accadde A,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cal Tjader,
The Zeros,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.