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 Slovakia and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Severed Heads to the jazz 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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
the Fania All-Stars,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Slackers,
Janne Schatter,
Section 25,
Sun City Girls,
The Residents,
Davy DMX,
Public Enemy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cybotron,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hasil Adkins,
Vladislav Delay,
Pussy Galore,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Albert Ayler,
The Golliwogs,
Von Mondo,
Stereo Dub,
Second Layer,
The Shadows of Knight,
H. Thieme,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Bar-Kays,
Scion,
Essential Logic,
Fear,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Massinfluence,
New Order,
Schoolly D,
Television Personalities,
World's Most,
The Cowsills,
Ornette Coleman,
Pagans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Black Bananas,
Man Eating Sloth,
Moby Grape,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Slits,
Flash Fearless,
The Smoke,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Supertramp,
Depeche Mode,
Steve Hackett,
The Offenders,
Todd Terry,
Colin Newman,
The Sonics,
Parry Music,
Dennis Brown,
Curtis Mayfield,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Swell Maps,
The Victims,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.