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 Switzerland 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Vladislav Delay to the techno 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Scientists,
The Buckinghams,
Tommy Roe,
Ronan,
Television,
Visage,
Freddie Wadling,
Pantytec,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lower 48,
AZ,
the Germs,
The Residents,
Darondo,
Motorama,
Rosa Yemen,
Eden Ahbez,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pierre Henry,
Ornette Coleman,
Sandy B,
Man Eating Sloth,
Funkadelic,
The Index,
Ituana,
Soulsonic Force,
Fugazi,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Beau Brummels,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Misunderstood,
Trumans Water,
Boogie Down Productions,
Depeche Mode,
Boredoms,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Deakin,
Los Fastidios,
The Smiths,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
OOIOO,
Oblivians,
Howard Jones,
Albert Ayler,
The Human League,
FM Einheit,
The Dead C,
The Raincoats,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fugs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Minor Threat,
Grauzone,
Porter Ricks,
The Gories,
Moby Grape,
Jacques Brel,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.