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 United Kingdom and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Visage to the rap 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Faust,
The Angels of Light,
Toni Rubio,
Chris Corsano,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wire,
Minutemen,
Mo-Dettes,
Los Fastidios,
Surgeon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Velvet Underground,
Severed Heads,
X-Ray Spex,
Can,
Anthony Braxton,
Black Sheep,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
U.S. Maple,
John Foxx,
Das Ding,
The Gladiators,
Kaleidoscope,
Cymande,
Joensuu 1685,
Funky Four + One,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Grass Roots,
Schoolly D,
Electric Prunes,
Urselle,
Rufus Thomas,
The Stooges,
the Bar-Kays,
Rapeman,
Ronan,
The Count Five,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Techniques,
Aloha Tigers,
CMW,
Ronnie Foster,
The Tremeloes,
The Modern Lovers,
Gang of Four,
The Blackbyrds,
Outsiders,
The New Christs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fall,
the Human League,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Searchers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Barrington Levy,
Gang Starr,
Curtis Mayfield,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.