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 Czech Republic and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Junior Murvin to the funk 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Radio Birdman,
Talk Talk,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Stereo Dub,
The Offenders,
Franke,
Can,
June of 44,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Toasters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sound Behaviour,
June Days,
Ultravox,
Tomorrow,
Gong,
Byron Stingily,
The Remains,
Electric Prunes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wire,
The Fall,
Cecil Taylor,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joyce Sims,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
kango's stein massive,
David McCallum,
Gang of Four,
Lyres,
Susan Cadogan,
AZ,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Slits,
Traffic Nightmare,
The J.B.'s,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Alison Limerick,
Fela Kuti,
Andrew Hill,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Severed Heads,
The Searchers,
Royal Trux,
John Foxx,
F. McDonald,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Brand Nubian,
Quantec,
The Cure,
The Young Rascals,
Fluxion,
Reagan Youth,
Deakin,
Neu!,
Amazonics,
Peter & Gordon,
Mr. Review,
Warsaw,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.