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 El Salvador and from Salvador.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ 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 Masters at Work to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Robert Görl,
Little Man,
Kurtis Blow,
Metal Thangz,
Eurythmics,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fluxion,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
ABBA,
The Gun Club,
Eric B and Rakim,
Quantec,
Sun City Girls,
Maleditus Sound,
Wally Richardson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Index,
Roger Hodgson,
The Divine Comedy,
The Zeros,
Bad Manners,
John Foxx,
Sight & Sound,
Sparks,
kango's stein massive,
The American Breed,
Grandmaster Flash,
Popol Vuh,
Quadrant,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Sonics,
Carl Craig,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mary Jane Girls,
Excepter,
Skarface,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Franke,
Dual Sessions,
John Cale,
New York Dolls,
Black Pus,
The Moleskins,
The Cowsills,
Hardrive,
Sixth Finger,
In Retrospect,
The Smiths,
Lou Christie,
Fatback Band,
Stiv Bators,
Curtis Mayfield,
Peter and Kerry,
Motorama,
Buzzcocks,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Golliwogs,
Fat Boys,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.