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 Micronesia and from Seoul.
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 Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Con Funk Shun to the disco 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Mantronix,
The Alarm Clocks,
New Order,
Moebius,
Gabor Szabo,
Swell Maps,
Amazonics,
Au Pairs,
Severed Heads,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Moon,
The Standells,
Quando Quango,
Marvin Gaye,
The Young Rascals,
Morten Harket,
Von Mondo,
Nico,
Joy Division,
Gong,
Agent Orange,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ice-T,
Tears for Fears,
kango's stein massive,
Youth Brigade,
The Victims,
Camberwell Now,
D'Angelo,
The Cowsills,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Absolute Body Control,
Man Parrish,
Jacques Brel,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jeff Mills,
Boredoms,
Byron Stingily,
Scratch Acid,
The Velvet Underground,
Adolescents,
KRS-One,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lakeside,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rekid,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
8 Eyed Spy,
Albert Ayler,
Al Stewart,
Amon Düül,
the Soft Cell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hasil Adkins,
The Golliwogs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Y Pants,
Jerry's Kids,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.