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 San Marino and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Black Moon to the grime 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Unrelated Segments,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Freddie Wadling,
Wally Richardson,
The Barracudas,
Pierre Henry,
The Birthday Party,
The Fugs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fear,
Echospace,
Roger Hodgson,
New York Dolls,
Cecil Taylor,
Index,
Moss Icon,
The Slits,
Lalo Schifrin,
Big Daddy Kane,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Searchers,
June Days,
Icehouse,
Rod Modell,
Tears for Fears,
Tomorrow,
Young Marble Giants,
Basic Channel,
Todd Terry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Agent Orange,
Boogie Down Productions,
Skarface,
World's Most,
Anthony Braxton,
The Monochrome Set,
Brand Nubian,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Albert Ayler,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Massinfluence,
Alphaville,
Nik Kershaw,
Lyres,
The Velvet Underground,
The Smiths,
Kerri Chandler,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Cure,
The Monks,
The Wake,
Janne Schatter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scion,
Alice Coltrane,
Loose Ends,
Sandy B,
Bootsy Collins,
The Standells,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.