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 Nauru and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Spoonie Gee to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ornette Coleman,
Neu!,
Absolute Body Control,
A Certain Ratio,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bootsy Collins,
In Retrospect,
Tears for Fears,
Skaos,
Accadde A,
China Crisis,
June Days,
The Selecter,
Dennis Brown,
Buzzcocks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Anakelly,
Jeru the Damaja,
Shoche,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kenny Larkin,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fire Engines,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lou Christie,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Todd Terry,
Roxy Music,
Barrington Levy,
Harry Pussy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fela Kuti,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Andrew Hill,
Mark Hollis,
Scott Walker,
Albert Ayler,
The Victims,
the Fania All-Stars,
B.T. Express,
Funkadelic,
Brass Construction,
Leonard Cohen,
The Monochrome Set,
New Order,
Kayak,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Flag,
Hot Snakes,
Scion,
Bob Dylan,
DJ Sneak,
D'Angelo,
Joyce Sims,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.