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 Niger and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 X-Ray Spex to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Jandek,
Sister Nancy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kenny Larkin,
Tim Buckley,
Los Fastidios,
Minny Pops,
Saccharine Trust,
Donald Byrd,
Simply Red,
MDC,
MC5,
The Index,
Tears for Fears,
Mr. Review,
Goldenarms,
Gerry Rafferty,
Colin Newman,
The Velvet Underground,
Rotary Connection,
Grauzone,
Delta 5,
Cal Tjader,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soul Sonic Force,
Theoretical Girls,
Danielle Patucci,
Fela Kuti,
Black Bananas,
The Martian,
Underground Resistance,
The Sonics,
Bill Wells,
The Dirtbombs,
Section 25,
These Immortal Souls,
Lungfish,
The Seeds,
Visage,
Vainqueur,
Spandau Ballet,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Doors,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Robert Görl,
Spoonie Gee,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pagans,
B.T. Express,
Donny Hathaway,
Rakim,
Ultra Naté,
Talk Talk,
Groovy Waters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Surgeon,
T.S.O.L.,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Maleditus Sound,
Alison Limerick,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.