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 Palau and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Brand Nubian 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
The Moody Blues,
Quadrant,
Arcadia,
China Crisis,
Freddie Wadling,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Delon & Dalcan,
Negative Approach,
Talk Talk,
The Cramps,
Trumans Water,
These Immortal Souls,
The Buckinghams,
Joyce Sims,
Simply Red,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tears for Fears,
Blossom Toes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Malaria!,
Wings,
Livin' Joy,
Swell Maps,
Kerri Chandler,
The Evens,
Siglo XX,
Jacob Miller,
Terry Callier,
David Axelrod,
Y Pants,
Pagans,
Sun Ra,
Qualms,
Jeru the Damaja,
Flash Fearless,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Public Enemy,
the Bar-Kays,
Robert Hood,
Smog,
John Cale,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Magazine,
Sixth Finger,
Gichy Dan,
Prince Buster,
The Mojo Men,
Angry Samoans,
The Smoke,
Wally Richardson,
the Germs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Section 25,
Minutemen,
Skaos,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pantytec,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.