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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Neil Young,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Monolake,
Khruangbin,
Archie Shepp,
Quando Quango,
Zero Boys,
Icehouse,
Guru Guru,
Thompson Twins,
Alice Coltrane,
Grandmaster Flash,
OOIOO,
The Mojo Men,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Sound,
Dave Gahan,
Outsiders,
The Smoke,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Siglo XX,
Lindisfarne,
Toni Rubio,
KRS-One,
Aural Exciters,
Wire,
EPMD,
Steve Hackett,
Sugar Minott,
Model 500,
The Grass Roots,
Interpol,
Dorothy Ashby,
Organ,
Pussy Galore,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kurtis Blow,
The Zeros,
Dual Sessions,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
In Retrospect,
Boogie Down Productions,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rekid,
A Certain Ratio,
Monks,
Oblivians,
Graham Central Station,
Rosa Yemen,
The Young Rascals,
Ultimate Spinach,
Franke,
Robert Görl,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
New Age Steppers,
Ohio Players,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.