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 Comoros and from Seoul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro 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 Simply Red to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Sight & Sound,
New Order,
Fugazi,
Jerry's Kids,
Magma,
Cameo,
These Immortal Souls,
Fad Gadget,
Reuben Wilson,
Morten Harket,
New York Dolls,
The Dirtbombs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mission of Burma,
Aaron Thompson,
Robert Hood,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Star Department,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nico,
Sam Rivers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bluetip,
Hashim,
Wally Richardson,
Tim Buckley,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Animal Collective,
L. Decosne,
Kas Product,
Supertramp,
Moss Icon,
Rakim,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Depeche Mode,
X-Ray Spex,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Toasters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Thee Headcoats,
Pet Shop Boys,
Au Pairs,
The Vogues,
Gastr Del Sol,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Suicide,
Rekid,
Bang On A Can,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
ABBA,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.