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 Costa Rica and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 David Bowie 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 Scrapy to the funk 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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Grandmaster Flash,
Henry Cow,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lindisfarne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ossler,
The Cosmic Jokers,
FM Einheit,
Black Pus,
Grey Daturas,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Bob Dylan,
The Victims,
Todd Terry,
H. Thieme,
Lou Christie,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Real Kids,
Duran Duran,
Excepter,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soul Sonic Force,
James White and The Blacks,
Moss Icon,
Swell Maps,
kango's stein massive,
Popol Vuh,
Althea and Donna,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jerry Gold Smith,
X-101,
Brass Construction,
the Germs,
Robert Wyatt,
Marcia Griffiths,
Echospace,
The J.B.'s,
Dark Day,
Maurizio,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Moebius,
Absolute Body Control,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sight & Sound,
The Fall,
Mr. Review,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Vogues,
Crime,
The Fire Engines,
The United States of America,
Piero Umiliani,
Kurtis Blow,
Can,
Isaac Hayes,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Shadows of Knight,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.