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 Egypt and from Salvador.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Chris & Cosey to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
X-102,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Interpol,
KRS-One,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bluetip,
Mars,
Eric Copeland,
Nils Olav,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Moebius,
the Fania All-Stars,
Barry Ungar,
Motorama,
These Immortal Souls,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fortunes,
U.S. Maple,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Soulsonic Force,
Minny Pops,
June Days,
Gregory Isaacs,
Negative Approach,
Infiniti,
Charles Mingus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cecil Taylor,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wings,
Fluxion,
Bill Near,
Man Parrish,
Oneida,
Barclay James Harvest,
Crispian St. Peters,
Chris Corsano,
Kerri Chandler,
Bad Manners,
Whodini,
Angry Samoans,
Amazonics,
Kenny Larkin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Association,
Von Mondo,
Darondo,
Scrapy,
Robert Hood,
Sugar Minott,
The Mojo Men,
Scion,
Patti Smith,
Gang Starr,
Aaron Thompson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The New Christs,
Wire,
Juan Atkins,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.