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 Cameroon and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer 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 DJ Sneak to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jimmy McGriff,
Terrestrial Tones,
Idris Muhammad,
Ultimate Spinach,
MC5,
Icehouse,
Second Layer,
Tim Buckley,
Roger Hodgson,
Sonic Youth,
Agitation Free,
Supertramp,
Drexciya,
Max Romeo,
Fat Boys,
Andrew Hill,
The Tremeloes,
the Sonics,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jacques Brel,
Spoonie Gee,
Gabor Szabo,
The Neon Judgement,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobby Womack,
Rhythm & Sound,
John Holt,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Angry Samoans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Metal Thangz,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sparks,
Zero Boys,
The Leaves,
UT,
The Vogues,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Quadrant,
Soulsonic Force,
Gang Starr,
Nik Kershaw,
David Axelrod,
The Searchers,
Motorama,
The Golliwogs,
Terry Callier,
Smog,
Moss Icon,
Gang Green,
Mo-Dettes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
John Lydon,
Porter Ricks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Q65,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Count Five,
The Sound,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.