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 Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Harry Pussy to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Inner City,
Fugazi,
Little Man,
Bad Manners,
Danielle Patucci,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scientists,
Quando Quango,
Oneida,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Desert Stars,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Chrome,
Clear Light,
Magazine,
Easy Going,
David Axelrod,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Pretty Things,
Quadrant,
Maurizio,
Ronnie Foster,
Rufus Thomas,
Boredoms,
Tom Boy,
Spoonie Gee,
Youth Brigade,
Sandy B,
Panda Bear,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Monks,
Bronski Beat,
Byron Stingily,
Faraquet,
Henry Cow,
Severed Heads,
Terrestrial Tones,
Grey Daturas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Goldenarms,
R.M.O.,
The Index,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Yusef Lateef,
Average White Band,
EPMD,
Rotary Connection,
The Star Department,
Josef K,
Barrington Levy,
Swell Maps,
Davy DMX,
Erasure,
Pere Ubu,
Moss Icon,
Whodini,
The Gories,
Rod Modell,
Pierre Henry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Susan Cadogan,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.