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 Serbia and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ 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 Rekid to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Ultravox,
T. Rex,
The Five Americans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eve St. Jones,
The Gap Band,
The Vogues,
The Fall,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Niagra,
Joyce Sims,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sister Nancy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Electric Prunes,
Loose Ends,
Symarip,
Fugazi,
Minnie Riperton,
Schoolly D,
Model 500,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Fire Engines,
Scion,
Severed Heads,
The Cowsills,
Danielle Patucci,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Camouflage,
Intrusion,
Gabor Szabo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Monks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Duran Duran,
Mo-Dettes,
Lebanon Hanover,
R.M.O.,
Deepchord,
Eric Copeland,
D'Angelo,
Arthur Verocai,
Soft Machine,
Graham Central Station,
Bush Tetras,
Bob Dylan,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
X-Ray Spex,
The Monochrome Set,
Sonic Youth,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sex Pistols,
Mantronix,
Don Cherry,
Nils Olav,
Nick Fraelich,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.