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 Iceland and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Donald Fagen 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 David Axelrod to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Lindisfarne,
The Happenings,
The Martian,
Inner City,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cal Tjader,
Rufus Thomas,
The Slackers,
The Divine Comedy,
CMW,
The Gories,
the Sonics,
Black Pus,
Make Up,
Parry Music,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Peter & Gordon,
Flash Fearless,
Kerrie Biddell,
Stetsasonic,
Patti Smith,
Graham Central Station,
The Five Americans,
Smog,
Neu!,
Derrick May,
La Düsseldorf,
Al Stewart,
Bobby Byrd,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Skarface,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Golliwogs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mary Jane Girls,
Underground Resistance,
Ronan,
Eli Mardock,
Maurizio,
U.S. Maple,
New Order,
Lakeside,
Goldenarms,
Delta 5,
Aaron Thompson,
Tom Boy,
Nico,
Pere Ubu,
Sparks,
Chris & Cosey,
KRS-One,
The Seeds,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
kango's stein massive,
Liliput,
Pylon,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.