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 Kenya and from London.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Lou Reed 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the grunge 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Quadrant,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Sheep,
Franke,
Sun Ra,
The Busters,
Toni Rubio,
Rekid,
Sparks,
Pussy Galore,
the Germs,
Jerry's Kids,
Subhumans,
The Music Machine,
Harry Pussy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Outsiders,
Funky Four + One,
Yellowson,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Kinks,
Magma,
Hoover,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roxette,
Ornette Coleman,
Wire,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Star Department,
James White and The Blacks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Soft Cell,
Sonny Sharrock,
Porter Ricks,
Desert Stars,
Rapeman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Half Japanese,
Bobby Sherman,
Ultra Naté,
The Vogues,
Wolf Eyes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sight & Sound,
Supertramp,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dual Sessions,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ten City,
Joey Negro,
Young Marble Giants,
Nils Olav,
Scratch Acid,
Eric Copeland,
X-102,
The Raincoats,
The Dead C,
New York Dolls,
Archie Shepp,
Drexciya,
Unwound,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.