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 Denmark and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 David Bowie 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 New Age Steppers to the punk 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Heaven 17,
Dual Sessions,
The Monks,
The Techniques,
Eli Mardock,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rekid,
Joy Division,
The Vogues,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sun City Girls,
Slave,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sixth Finger,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Tremeloes,
Icehouse,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Yazoo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Susan Cadogan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Last Poets,
The Leaves,
Can,
John Holt,
Moby Grape,
Scratch Acid,
Josef K,
A Certain Ratio,
The Wake,
Byron Stingily,
Unwound,
Donny Hathaway,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ultra Naté,
Minor Threat,
Outsiders,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobby Womack,
Black Pus,
Severed Heads,
Aaron Thompson,
Neil Young,
John Foxx,
Harry Pussy,
Drexciya,
Davy DMX,
Barbara Tucker,
MDC,
Derrick May,
Kenny Larkin,
The Smoke,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Brick,
Joey Negro,
Main Source,
Ituana,
DNA,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.