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 Algeria and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Holger Czukay 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 The Five Americans to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
The Gladiators,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marshall Jefferson,
Con Funk Shun,
the Sonics,
Procol Harum,
Khruangbin,
Josef K,
Marine Girls,
Rotary Connection,
Terrestrial Tones,
Idris Muhammad,
Urselle,
Brass Construction,
Jerry's Kids,
The Victims,
Banda Bassotti,
Underground Resistance,
The Velvet Underground,
Pole,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Suicide,
The Doors,
Howard Jones,
Chris & Cosey,
The Young Rascals,
June of 44,
The Busters,
Cecil Taylor,
Robert Hood,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Knickerbockers,
Rufus Thomas,
Das Ding,
Swans,
The Barracudas,
Depeche Mode,
Lalann,
The J.B.'s,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Offenders,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Harry Pussy,
The Residents,
Rapeman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Newcleus,
X-Ray Spex,
Yazoo,
Stiv Bators,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Supertramp,
This Heat,
The Litter,
Prince Buster,
The Evens,
the Slits,
Alison Limerick,
The Fortunes,
Gang Starr,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.