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 the UAE and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 chamberlin 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 Zero Boys to the disco 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
The New Christs,
Flash Fearless,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dennis Brown,
The Moody Blues,
Yazoo,
T. Rex,
The Neon Judgement,
Popol Vuh,
Barry Ungar,
E-Dancer,
Ludus,
cv313,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
8 Eyed Spy,
OOIOO,
Marine Girls,
The Offenders,
The Names,
Marshall Jefferson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Magazine,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Pop Group,
Tres Demented,
Hashim,
Slick Rick,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Talk Talk,
Joyce Sims,
Mantronix,
Darondo,
Brand Nubian,
The Blues Magoos,
Technova,
Supertramp,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kerri Chandler,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fugazi,
Animal Collective,
Country Teasers,
Matthew Bourne,
Maurizio,
Pere Ubu,
Liliput,
Lyres,
Terrestrial Tones,
Minor Threat,
Silicon Teens,
Bobbi Humphrey,
These Immortal Souls,
The Gories,
The Index,
Maleditus Sound,
Cheater Slicks,
Sound Behaviour,
Piero Umiliani,
Cluster,
Barrington Levy,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.