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 Maldives and from Columbus.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Young Rascals to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Crash Course in Science,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
UT,
Stereo Dub,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Alarm Clocks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Neil Young,
Dave Gahan,
Camouflage,
Drive Like Jehu,
Shoche,
Monks,
Half Japanese,
Sister Nancy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Matthew Halsall,
June of 44,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Chrome,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Terry Callier,
The Leaves,
The Black Dice,
Cal Tjader,
EPMD,
Jandek,
Qualms,
The Tremeloes,
the Human League,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jeff Lynne,
Derrick May,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soulsonic Force,
Donald Byrd,
Goldenarms,
Iggy Pop,
Procol Harum,
Malaria!,
Porter Ricks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tears for Fears,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Underground Resistance,
Quantec,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nik Kershaw,
Bill Near,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Fuzztones,
Piero Umiliani,
Shuggie Otis,
The Cure,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
John Coltrane,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.