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 Belize and from Hong Kong.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 The Count Five to the rap 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Judy Mowatt,
The Star Department,
Prince Buster,
The Durutti Column,
The Remains,
Alton Ellis,
Derrick May,
Fat Boys,
The Stooges,
The Fuzztones,
Matthew Bourne,
Suicide,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Black Dice,
Severed Heads,
Jerry's Kids,
Harpers Bizarre,
Malaria!,
UT,
the Germs,
Tom Boy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Boredoms,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Holt,
Monolake,
Roger Hodgson,
Marmalade,
Lebanon Hanover,
Metal Thangz,
Monks,
F. McDonald,
Camouflage,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Raincoats,
Boz Scaggs,
Rapeman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Average White Band,
Fear,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bootsy Collins,
ABBA,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Doors,
The Neon Judgement,
Lalann,
Blake Baxter,
Eurythmics,
Crash Course in Science,
Sex Pistols,
Amon Düül II,
Ultravox,
the Fania All-Stars,
Infiniti,
The Gladiators,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.