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 Haiti and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Jerry's Kids to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mr. Review,
Rosa Yemen,
Gichy Dan,
The Smiths,
World's Most,
Matthew Halsall,
The Count Five,
Nick Fraelich,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Drexciya,
The Real Kids,
Y Pants,
The Wake,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
New Age Steppers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Germs,
John Foxx,
Mad Mike,
The Move,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dead Boys,
Maleditus Sound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Stooges,
David Axelrod,
Masters at Work,
Camouflage,
Lalann,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Anthony Braxton,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Youth Brigade,
kango's stein massive,
Bill Wells,
Bootsy Collins,
Stiv Bators,
Tom Boy,
Eli Mardock,
10cc,
The Standells,
Cecil Taylor,
Jacques Brel,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Raincoats,
UT,
DJ Style,
Easy Going,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rites of Spring,
Urselle,
Marcia Griffiths,
CMW,
The Golliwogs,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.