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 East Timor and from Cairo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Accadde A to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
the Soft Cell,
Bobby Womack,
Deadbeat,
The Dead C,
Joensuu 1685,
Los Fastidios,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Robert Hood,
The Selecter,
Joyce Sims,
The Black Dice,
Maurizio,
Popol Vuh,
Alison Limerick,
Loose Ends,
Whodini,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ultimate Spinach,
Glenn Branca,
The Sonics,
Monks,
The Zeros,
Don Cherry,
Bobby Sherman,
Wire,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Normal,
Bad Manners,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kerri Chandler,
Boogie Down Productions,
Young Marble Giants,
Wolf Eyes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kurtis Blow,
Colin Newman,
Lower 48,
Porter Ricks,
Idris Muhammad,
Grauzone,
Jerry's Kids,
Joy Division,
Connie Case,
The Velvet Underground,
The Walker Brothers,
Altered Images,
Icehouse,
Eden Ahbez,
Fluxion,
Radio Birdman,
The Associates,
Amon Düül,
Radiohead,
The Sound,
Nation of Ulysses,
ABBA,
Glambeats Corp.,
X-Ray Spex,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.