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 Solomon Islands and from London.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe 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 Hardrive to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
KRS-One,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Litter,
Mark Hollis,
Banda Bassotti,
Y Pants,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The J.B.'s,
Surgeon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
New Order,
F. McDonald,
Dawn Penn,
The Count Five,
David Axelrod,
Erasure,
Piero Umiliani,
Minutemen,
John Coltrane,
The Gladiators,
Al Stewart,
In Retrospect,
Kevin Saunderson,
Altered Images,
Moby Grape,
Lucky Dragons,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pussy Galore,
David Bowie,
Masters at Work,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Names,
Ossler,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Curtis Mayfield,
Severed Heads,
Harry Pussy,
Suburban Knight,
Mad Mike,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mantronix,
The Pop Group,
James White and The Blacks,
Mr. Review,
The Dirtbombs,
Depeche Mode,
Rapeman,
Unrelated Segments,
Reagan Youth,
Monolake,
Bauhaus,
Isaac Hayes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mandrill,
The Monochrome Set,
Pantytec,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.