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 Samoa and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Josef K to the electroclash 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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller 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 punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Wolf Eyes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Quantec,
Rapeman,
The Gap Band,
The Real Kids,
Donald Byrd,
Delta 5,
The Flesh Eaters,
The American Breed,
Soft Cell,
The Divine Comedy,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fuzztones,
Excepter,
Newcleus,
48th St. Collective,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gang Green,
Erykah Badu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Todd Rundgren,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Motions,
Y Pants,
Rites of Spring,
Lakeside,
Pierre Henry,
Joe Smooth,
Grandmaster Flash,
Deepchord,
Metal Thangz,
Skarface,
Stockholm Monsters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rosa Yemen,
Boz Scaggs,
Q65,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Letta Mbulu,
Parry Music,
Grauzone,
The Searchers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Inner City,
Robert Hood,
Radio Birdman,
Accadde A,
Byron Stingily,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
K-Klass,
Duran Duran,
Television Personalities,
Urselle,
Sun City Girls,
Judy Mowatt,
The Standells,
R.M.O.,
The Litter,
Derrick May,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.