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 Togo and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar 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 Barrington Levy to the funk 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Au Pairs,
Juan Atkins,
Deepchord,
Piero Umiliani,
The Blues Magoos,
Roxette,
Roger Hodgson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Underground Resistance,
Anthony Braxton,
Soft Cell,
The Grass Roots,
Blancmange,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bill Near,
Danielle Patucci,
Agent Orange,
the Swans,
Grauzone,
Derrick May,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Kinks,
Faraquet,
Wally Richardson,
JFA,
the Human League,
Erasure,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Howard Jones,
The Cowsills,
Eve St. Jones,
The Wake,
The Dead C,
Derrick Morgan,
The Busters,
Alton Ellis,
Bad Manners,
Ultra Naté,
The Martian,
Scratch Acid,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fortunes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tom Boy,
New Order,
Pantytec,
Quantec,
Guru Guru,
Rekid,
Dark Day,
Jimmy McGriff,
Leonard Cohen,
Funkadelic,
Johnny Clarke,
Boz Scaggs,
The Modern Lovers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mr. Review,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.