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 Tajikistan and from New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer 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 Index to the crunk 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Eddi Front,
Zero Boys,
Alphaville,
Bad Manners,
The Associates,
Kas Product,
The Dirtbombs,
Sandy B,
Joe Finger,
Althea and Donna,
Ultra Naté,
Make Up,
June Days,
Pere Ubu,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Normal,
The Shadows of Knight,
The New Christs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Essential Logic,
Hasil Adkins,
Funky Four + One,
Basic Channel,
Index,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Bar-Kays,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Malaria!,
Jacques Brel,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Loose Ends,
The Gladiators,
The Move,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Smiths,
Pharoah Sanders,
D'Angelo,
Brand Nubian,
Sällskapet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rosa Yemen,
Bronski Beat,
Quantec,
the Association,
The Grass Roots,
Visage,
X-102,
Lebanon Hanover,
Angry Samoans,
Reagan Youth,
Reuben Wilson,
Fear,
Alton Ellis,
AZ,
China Crisis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
T. Rex,
Shuggie Otis,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sex Pistols,
Barclay James Harvest,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.