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 Fiji and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 R.M.O. to the grime 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
The Black Dice,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Howard Jones,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Unrelated Segments,
Malaria!,
Q and Not U,
Lebanon Hanover,
In Retrospect,
D'Angelo,
The Durutti Column,
Roxette,
Moebius,
David McCallum,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sexual Harrassment,
Laurel Aitken,
Sex Pistols,
Royal Trux,
Rakim,
Moss Icon,
Eve St. Jones,
Nick Fraelich,
Rod Modell,
Radio Birdman,
John Lydon,
Warsaw,
the Germs,
The Martian,
the Association,
Ornette Coleman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soulsonic Force,
Fugazi,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Boredoms,
Supertramp,
Albert Ayler,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hasil Adkins,
a-ha,
Oblivians,
Crispian St. Peters,
Liliput,
La Düsseldorf,
UT,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Mummies,
Al Stewart,
The Grass Roots,
The Smoke,
Urselle,
Minutemen,
Fear,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Raincoats,
Robert Hood,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.