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 India and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Basic Channel to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joe Smooth,
Zero Boys,
Robert Wyatt,
Monks,
World's Most,
Niagra,
Saccharine Trust,
Mo-Dettes,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Pretty Things,
The Martian,
Johnny Osbourne,
L. Decosne,
Joensuu 1685,
Scientists,
The Names,
Donald Byrd,
Brand Nubian,
The Fall,
Neu!,
The Fugs,
Cal Tjader,
The Stooges,
Darondo,
Theoretical Girls,
The Slits,
Pulsallama,
kango's stein massive,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Modern Lovers,
The Barracudas,
Flash Fearless,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Prince Buster,
Isaac Hayes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
EPMD,
The Blues Magoos,
Icehouse,
the Human League,
Agitation Free,
Faust,
Rhythm & Sound,
PIL,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Livin' Joy,
The Litter,
The Star Department,
Pantaleimon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lyres,
Wire,
Liliput,
The Gories,
Byron Stingily,
The Evens,
The Beau Brummels,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.