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 Russia and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Scan 7 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Desert Stars,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Grass Roots,
Nils Olav,
The Black Dice,
Kevin Saunderson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Byron Stingily,
U.S. Maple,
Ice-T,
The Searchers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Godley & Creme,
Malaria!,
Todd Rundgren,
Cheater Slicks,
Funky Four + One,
Eli Mardock,
Crooked Eye,
Jeff Lynne,
Gastr Del Sol,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Andrew Hill,
Second Layer,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rapeman,
Steve Hackett,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roxette,
Josef K,
David Axelrod,
Animal Collective,
The Invisible,
Lebanon Hanover,
Frankie Knuckles,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Sound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mark Hollis,
Marvin Gaye,
Yellowson,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bronski Beat,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lou Reed,
Kaleidoscope,
Mad Mike,
Sly & The Family Stone,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
K-Klass,
Graham Central Station,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Anthony Braxton,
Pere Ubu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Niagra,
John Holt,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.