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 Senegal and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bobby Womack to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Popol Vuh,
Rod Modell,
Eric Copeland,
Q and Not U,
Can,
Soulsonic Force,
Make Up,
U.S. Maple,
Barry Ungar,
Glenn Branca,
the Human League,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Freddie Wadling,
Surgeon,
The Gladiators,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Delta 5,
Qualms,
Simply Red,
Theoretical Girls,
Underground Resistance,
Sandy B,
Ultra Naté,
Smog,
Blossom Toes,
In Retrospect,
Rekid,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Agent Orange,
The Buckinghams,
Black Moon,
Black Flag,
The Five Americans,
Pere Ubu,
Josef K,
Public Enemy,
Junior Murvin,
Nirvana,
the Slits,
Scion,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Red Krayola,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Outsiders,
Goldenarms,
Spoonie Gee,
The Dirtbombs,
Franke,
Sällskapet,
X-102,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Magma,
Sonic Youth,
The Toasters,
Amon Düül II,
Zapp,
The Fall,
Maurizio,
Gong,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.