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 Korea South 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb 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 Mandrill 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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
The Black Dice,
Skaos,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mad Mike,
Wolf Eyes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Matthew Bourne,
Hashim,
Spoonie Gee,
Roy Ayers,
The Searchers,
Skarface,
Underground Resistance,
Danielle Patucci,
Moebius,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gang Starr,
The Walker Brothers,
Anakelly,
Derrick Morgan,
Cameo,
Blossom Toes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lucky Dragons,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Angels of Light,
Ice-T,
Essential Logic,
Ronan,
Make Up,
H. Thieme,
Hoover,
Soul II Soul,
Monks,
The Fire Engines,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eli Mardock,
Fat Boys,
Ohio Players,
Kool Moe Dee,
Agitation Free,
Yaz,
Pussy Galore,
Audionom,
The Slits,
Mission of Burma,
Maleditus Sound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Brothers Johnson,
Piero Umiliani,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The J.B.'s,
The Velvet Underground,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Chris Corsano,
Eden Ahbez,
Marmalade,
Japan,
Moss Icon,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.