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 Morocco and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord 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 Masters at Work to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
The Birthday Party,
The Index,
David Axelrod,
Swans,
Ludus,
Scan 7,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bootsy Collins,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Modern Lovers,
Average White Band,
F. McDonald,
Scion,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Stiv Bators,
The Real Kids,
Erasure,
Peter and Kerry,
Roxette,
Alton Ellis,
Q65,
Man Parrish,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marine Girls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sam Rivers,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Dirtbombs,
Oblivians,
Negative Approach,
Davy DMX,
Agent Orange,
Kevin Saunderson,
DNA,
Tears for Fears,
Livin' Joy,
The Moody Blues,
Susan Cadogan,
Suicide,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Public Image Ltd.,
Letta Mbulu,
The Blackbyrds,
Ronan,
Black Bananas,
Gang of Four,
Dead Boys,
Reuben Wilson,
The Barracudas,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Supertramp,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Janne Schatter,
Glenn Branca,
Loose Ends,
Young Marble Giants,
The Blues Magoos,
Eric Copeland,
Junior Murvin,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.