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 Benin and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 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 Beasts of Bourbon 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Gories,
Stereo Dub,
The Fall,
Neu!,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Warren Ellis,
John Cale,
Prince Buster,
Kas Product,
Skaos,
Jesper Dahlback,
Minny Pops,
Easy Going,
Slave,
David McCallum,
the Normal,
the Human League,
Au Pairs,
The New Christs,
Roger Hodgson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Schoolly D,
Echospace,
Ultimate Spinach,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Quantec,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Beau Brummels,
Bill Wells,
Soulsonic Force,
Johnny Clarke,
Todd Terry,
Funkadelic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nick Fraelich,
Jeff Mills,
Q65,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Sonics,
Roxette,
Arab on Radar,
World's Most,
JFA,
Sparks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Unrelated Segments,
Skarface,
Ossler,
The Alarm Clocks,
Glenn Branca,
Brick,
The Motions,
Urselle,
Barbara Tucker,
Stetsasonic,
The Dead C,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.