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 Swaziland and from Manila.
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 Jakarta and Sao Paulo.
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 mellotron 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 Spoonie Gee to the techno 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Average White Band,
Hashim,
Youth Brigade,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sonic Youth,
La Düsseldorf,
Lindisfarne,
Sonny Sharrock,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soul II Soul,
The Skatalites,
Shuggie Otis,
Idris Muhammad,
Crooked Eye,
David Axelrod,
Mission of Burma,
Agitation Free,
Robert Wyatt,
Andrew Hill,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bush Tetras,
Albert Ayler,
DNA,
The Standells,
Lyres,
Swans,
Niagra,
Jeru the Damaja,
Chris & Cosey,
Leonard Cohen,
Section 25,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nirvana,
Jeff Lynne,
Ponytail,
Eric Copeland,
John Cale,
Interpol,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lower 48,
Depeche Mode,
Absolute Body Control,
Nils Olav,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wally Richardson,
Warren Ellis,
The Remains,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ralphi Rosario,
June Days,
E-Dancer,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Moon,
Kenny Larkin,
L. Decosne,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.