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 South Africa and from Bremen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Donald Fagen 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 Subhumans to the crunk 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
These Immortal Souls,
Echospace,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Man Parrish,
Alton Ellis,
The Grass Roots,
Steve Hackett,
Animal Collective,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Yellowson,
Soft Machine,
Terrestrial Tones,
Qualms,
Urselle,
Hoover,
Cecil Taylor,
Au Pairs,
PIL,
Soulsonic Force,
The Smiths,
Shoche,
Hashim,
Deepchord,
June of 44,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Count Five,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
In Retrospect,
Agitation Free,
Quadrant,
Albert Ayler,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Second Layer,
Porter Ricks,
Iggy Pop,
John Cale,
Dark Day,
Sight & Sound,
Oblivians,
Maurizio,
Siglo XX,
Bang On A Can,
Main Source,
Spandau Ballet,
Wolf Eyes,
Jacob Miller,
Fear,
Flash Fearless,
New Age Steppers,
E-Dancer,
Eve St. Jones,
Average White Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Stereo Dub,
Johnny Clarke,
Scan 7,
Ronnie Foster,
Andrew Hill,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Skriet,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.