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 Guatemala and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator 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 James White and The Blacks to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Letta Mbulu,
Isaac Hayes,
David Bowie,
Max Romeo,
The Blues Magoos,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Panda Bear,
Suicide,
Robert Wyatt,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
T.S.O.L.,
Faraquet,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sugar Minott,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fluxion,
Tropical Tobacco,
Alphaville,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Music Machine,
New York Dolls,
Jawbox,
The Trojans,
The Move,
Icehouse,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Erasure,
The Sonics,
Scott Walker,
The Seeds,
Josef K,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Minnie Riperton,
Crash Course in Science,
Mr. Review,
Kenny Larkin,
Wire,
The Flesh Eaters,
Silicon Teens,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lyres,
Dennis Brown,
The Shadows of Knight,
Groovy Waters,
Deepchord,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tommy Roe,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
FM Einheit,
8 Eyed Spy,
Interpol,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pylon,
The Techniques,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wally Richardson,
Quantec,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.