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 Nigeria and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum 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 Essential Logic to the punk 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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Mars,
Darondo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Siglo XX,
Piero Umiliani,
Soft Machine,
Sonny Sharrock,
Agitation Free,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Model 500,
Can,
Los Fastidios,
OOIOO,
Josef K,
Lower 48,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Animal Collective,
Echospace,
Gang Green,
Kenny Larkin,
Godley & Creme,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Shoche,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Groovy Waters,
Sight & Sound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Martian,
Suicide,
PIL,
Freddie Wadling,
The Vogues,
Symarip,
Gang of Four,
Pylon,
Rotary Connection,
Ponytail,
Terrestrial Tones,
Crime,
Joey Negro,
Morten Harket,
Moebius,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Colin Newman,
Make Up,
X-Ray Spex,
Iggy Pop,
Moby Grape,
Panda Bear,
Nas,
Soul Sonic Force,
Slick Rick,
Chrome,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The American Breed,
Chris & Cosey,
The Selecter,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.