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 Guyana and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Don Cherry to the grunge 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Byron Stingily,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sexual Harrassment,
Soulsonic Force,
Eli Mardock,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Clear Light,
Das Ding,
Brick,
The Gun Club,
The Star Department,
The Durutti Column,
The Moleskins,
The Knickerbockers,
The Mojo Men,
Maleditus Sound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Robert Wyatt,
Reuben Wilson,
10cc,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ultra Naté,
James White and The Blacks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Agitation Free,
Maurizio,
The Fortunes,
Bad Manners,
The Buckinghams,
The Evens,
Urselle,
Kayak,
Todd Terry,
Ultravox,
Adolescents,
Wally Richardson,
Quadrant,
Suicide,
Buzzcocks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Roxette,
Flipper,
Visage,
Robert Hood,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Thee Headcoats,
The Electric Prunes,
Soft Machine,
Main Source,
Eric Dolphy,
Gong,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Birthday Party,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hardrive,
Johnny Clarke,
Theoretical Girls,
Matthew Halsall,
Tears for Fears,
Drexciya,
Funkadelic,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.