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 El Salvador and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe 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 Loose Ends to the electroclash 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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
The Knickerbockers,
The Evens,
H. Thieme,
Funkadelic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
One Last Wish,
The Music Machine,
The Busters,
the Slits,
Gichy Dan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Index,
Kurtis Blow,
The Moody Blues,
Wire,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Sound,
Dead Boys,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pantaleimon,
Make Up,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bob Dylan,
The Durutti Column,
Depeche Mode,
The Gories,
Bauhaus,
Wolf Eyes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sandy B,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Suicide,
Boredoms,
Byron Stingily,
The Invisible,
Minutemen,
The Zeros,
The Stooges,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Matthew Halsall,
Soul II Soul,
Moss Icon,
Electric Prunes,
Saccharine Trust,
Loose Ends,
Curtis Mayfield,
Reuben Wilson,
Qualms,
John Cale,
Average White Band,
KRS-One,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Harry Pussy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Iggy Pop,
Sixth Finger,
Kevin Saunderson,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.