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 Lesotho and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Slits to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
One Last Wish,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jandek,
Wolf Eyes,
Bill Near,
The Cowsills,
Sex Pistols,
cv313,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
David Axelrod,
Altered Images,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Duran Duran,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ice-T,
Accadde A,
The Techniques,
Sonic Youth,
Faust,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Electric Prunes,
Joe Finger,
Juan Atkins,
Matthew Halsall,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crooked Eye,
The Mummies,
Letta Mbulu,
Nick Fraelich,
Q and Not U,
Cal Tjader,
Basic Channel,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pole,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Zapp,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Sheep,
Pylon,
The Music Machine,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lyres,
Josef K,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dual Sessions,
Agitation Free,
Magma,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ludus,
Buzzcocks,
Crash Course in Science,
Make Up,
Delta 5,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wasted Youth,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.