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 Laos and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 David Bowie 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 punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
The Last Poets,
Flash Fearless,
Agitation Free,
Sun Ra,
The Gap Band,
Duran Duran,
Idris Muhammad,
Eurythmics,
David McCallum,
Vladislav Delay,
Mission of Burma,
Erasure,
Bang On A Can,
The Five Americans,
The Modern Lovers,
Suicide,
Harry Pussy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mantronix,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kurtis Blow,
Jandek,
Rekid,
The Wake,
Sixth Finger,
Youth Brigade,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Camberwell Now,
Yaz,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fortunes,
Leonard Cohen,
Tim Buckley,
The Barracudas,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Golliwogs,
Saccharine Trust,
Hasil Adkins,
The American Breed,
The J.B.'s,
Fad Gadget,
Public Enemy,
Bobby Sherman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Germs,
Bronski Beat,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eric Copeland,
T.S.O.L.,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joe Smooth,
Suburban Knight,
Alton Ellis,
Con Funk Shun,
Lee Hazlewood,
Matthew Bourne,
Aloha Tigers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dual Sessions,
Marshall Jefferson,
Minnie Riperton,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.