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 Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb 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 Q65 to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fugs,
Boz Scaggs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mantronix,
the Human League,
The Saints,
John Foxx,
Dawn Penn,
Eden Ahbez,
Robert Hood,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Silicon Teens,
Arab on Radar,
Vladislav Delay,
K-Klass,
Robert Wyatt,
Nico,
Prince Buster,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Modern Lovers,
Delta 5,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Altered Images,
Severed Heads,
Cameo,
The J.B.'s,
The Music Machine,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Techniques,
The Pretty Things,
X-101,
DNA,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Moon,
Jawbox,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Amazonics,
Tropical Tobacco,
Q65,
Audionom,
Massinfluence,
Moebius,
8 Eyed Spy,
Chris Corsano,
Leonard Cohen,
Marmalade,
H. Thieme,
Joe Smooth,
Carl Craig,
Lightning Bolt,
Outsiders,
Can,
Albert Ayler,
Talk Talk,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.