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 Czech Republic 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare 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 Nick Fraelich to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mark Hollis,
Funky Four + One,
The United States of America,
The Monochrome Set,
Lalann,
Blossom Toes,
Ituana,
Davy DMX,
The Tremeloes,
Thompson Twins,
Yusef Lateef,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Judy Mowatt,
Shoche,
The Velvet Underground,
Kerrie Biddell,
DNA,
Marmalade,
The Red Krayola,
Andrew Hill,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rapeman,
The Buckinghams,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Young Rascals,
Accadde A,
Q and Not U,
Heaven 17,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
8 Eyed Spy,
Erasure,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gichy Dan,
Yellowson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Misunderstood,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Robert Hood,
Rakim,
Newcleus,
ABC,
The Monks,
Young Marble Giants,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Niagra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pulsallama,
Frankie Knuckles,
E-Dancer,
Soulsonic Force,
Malaria!,
The Residents,
Bush Tetras,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Surgeon,
Jimmy McGriff,
JFA,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.