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 Afghanistan and from Tokyo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 World's Most 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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 Tremeloes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Oblivians,
James White and The Blacks,
Sister Nancy,
Fluxion,
The Beau Brummels,
The Evens,
Ludus,
Dennis Brown,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pere Ubu,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Walker Brothers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mark Hollis,
Boredoms,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pierre Henry,
Model 500,
Frankie Knuckles,
Depeche Mode,
Graham Central Station,
Unwound,
Brothers Johnson,
Main Source,
Sonic Youth,
Archie Shepp,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The New Christs,
Das Ding,
Duran Duran,
The Standells,
Lower 48,
Gang Starr,
Sex Pistols,
Soul II Soul,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Saccharine Trust,
Metal Thangz,
Fort Wilson Riot,
World's Most,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Star Department,
Hasil Adkins,
The Barracudas,
Black Sheep,
The Smiths,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Yazoo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Darondo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kayak,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Spandau Ballet,
Scion,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.