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 Eritrea and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Blackbyrds to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Severed Heads,
Gang Gang Dance,
Banda Bassotti,
DJ Style,
Derrick Morgan,
Minnie Riperton,
Carl Craig,
Thee Headcoats,
Donny Hathaway,
Crooked Eye,
The Misunderstood,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Music Machine,
Patti Smith,
Marine Girls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Anthony Braxton,
The Selecter,
Agent Orange,
Stetsasonic,
Altered Images,
Soul Sonic Force,
Underground Resistance,
Mad Mike,
The Divine Comedy,
Scratch Acid,
Television,
Cal Tjader,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bad Manners,
Marshall Jefferson,
Deakin,
The Saints,
Kayak,
The Gap Band,
Barry Ungar,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
T.S.O.L.,
Cymande,
Heaven 17,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Grandmaster Flash,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tom Boy,
Tomorrow,
Pet Shop Boys,
X-Ray Spex,
X-101,
Nils Olav,
The Mummies,
Terry Callier,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Television Personalities,
Bill Wells,
China Crisis,
Dual Sessions,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lungfish,
Man Eating Sloth,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.