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 Korea North and from Mumbai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 The Angels of Light to the disco 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Stetsasonic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Reagan Youth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Throbbing Gristle,
Suicide,
The Standells,
Roy Ayers,
T. Rex,
The Golliwogs,
Average White Band,
Agitation Free,
Absolute Body Control,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bob Dylan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sällskapet,
Rites of Spring,
Tubeway Army,
Fear,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roger Hodgson,
Easy Going,
The Dirtbombs,
Saccharine Trust,
Jimmy McGriff,
Essential Logic,
Funky Four + One,
X-Ray Spex,
Minutemen,
Chris & Cosey,
Nik Kershaw,
Prince Buster,
Make Up,
Darondo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Soul II Soul,
Matthew Halsall,
MDC,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dawn Penn,
Crime,
Fela Kuti,
Derrick May,
It's A Beautiful Day,
DJ Sneak,
Dual Sessions,
The Trojans,
X-102,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Real Kids,
Leonard Cohen,
the Human League,
Vladislav Delay,
Thee Headcoats,
Eli Mardock,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.