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 Panama and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sarah Menescal to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Pantytec,
Underground Resistance,
Severed Heads,
Livin' Joy,
Tres Demented,
Cymande,
Grey Daturas,
Josef K,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Colin Newman,
Rekid,
Idris Muhammad,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scott Walker,
The Gladiators,
R.M.O.,
Laurel Aitken,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Goldenarms,
Gabor Szabo,
Glenn Branca,
Tommy Roe,
One Last Wish,
Liliput,
Magma,
Radiopuhelimet,
Erykah Badu,
Brothers Johnson,
Toni Rubio,
FM Einheit,
Drexciya,
Ralphi Rosario,
Arab on Radar,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sun City Girls,
Ronnie Foster,
Flash Fearless,
MC5,
Albert Ayler,
Circle Jerks,
Lalann,
Roger Hodgson,
Eurythmics,
Clear Light,
Q and Not U,
Mo-Dettes,
Ice-T,
Matthew Halsall,
Can,
Pulsallama,
Altered Images,
The J.B.'s,
Pole,
Organ,
Dark Day,
Sound Behaviour,
Nik Kershaw,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.