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 Laos and from London.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lou Christie 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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Janne Schatter,
Ultra Naté,
The Human League,
Pagans,
The Busters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eric Copeland,
Archie Shepp,
Mad Mike,
PIL,
Das Ding,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
T.S.O.L.,
Ten City,
Bobby Sherman,
Juan Atkins,
The Sound,
Josef K,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Silicon Teens,
Stockholm Monsters,
Basic Channel,
Carl Craig,
Glenn Branca,
Prince Buster,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wasted Youth,
Blossom Toes,
Pantaleimon,
The Cure,
Depeche Mode,
June Days,
Robert Görl,
Danielle Patucci,
The Litter,
Spandau Ballet,
A Certain Ratio,
Siglo XX,
Monks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Maleditus Sound,
Bootsy Collins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Delta 5,
Adolescents,
Al Stewart,
The Fuzztones,
Shuggie Otis,
Quando Quango,
Television Personalities,
Derrick Morgan,
Hardrive,
Alison Limerick,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rotary Connection,
The Count Five,
Deepchord,
The Happenings,
Los Fastidios,
Jeru the Damaja,
Duran Duran,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.