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 Luxembourg and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum 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 the Fania All-Stars to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
a-ha,
Girls At Our Best!,
H. Thieme,
The Electric Prunes,
Average White Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Das Ding,
Black Pus,
The Zeros,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Minnie Riperton,
Franke,
The Toasters,
Eurythmics,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Names,
Rakim,
Jacques Brel,
Reagan Youth,
Black Sheep,
The Fugs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fall,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
New York Dolls,
Suicide,
The Dirtbombs,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Saints,
Moby Grape,
Subhumans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marmalade,
Bill Near,
AZ,
Minny Pops,
John Holt,
Scientists,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pantaleimon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
KRS-One,
Royal Trux,
Little Man,
Lungfish,
Iggy Pop,
New Order,
Pussy Galore,
Lucky Dragons,
Todd Rundgren,
The Tremeloes,
Ten City,
Michelle Simonal,
the Normal,
The Happenings,
The Gap Band,
Icehouse,
Glambeats Corp.,
Byron Stingily,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.