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 Solomon Islands and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 John Foxx to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Boz Scaggs,
D'Angelo,
Davy DMX,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Skarface,
Isaac Hayes,
Ten City,
New Order,
Camberwell Now,
Nick Fraelich,
Amazonics,
The Last Poets,
Aural Exciters,
Oneida,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mantronix,
Eric B and Rakim,
Faust,
Godley & Creme,
Index,
Alice Coltrane,
Skriet,
Radio Birdman,
Brass Construction,
Fluxion,
Nils Olav,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Quadrant,
The Neon Judgement,
ABBA,
X-101,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Country Teasers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Fuzztones,
Ohio Players,
K-Klass,
PIL,
Scott Walker,
Qualms,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lalann,
Spandau Ballet,
Au Pairs,
Second Layer,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Maurizio,
Alton Ellis,
Aloha Tigers,
the Germs,
The Durutti Column,
Fugazi,
Japan,
Siglo XX,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Boredoms,
Piero Umiliani,
Lungfish,
The Velvet Underground,
Model 500,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.