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 Syria and from Winnipeg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord 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 Scan 7 to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Pylon,
The Vogues,
Johnny Osbourne,
Buzzcocks,
Judy Mowatt,
Chris & Cosey,
Soft Machine,
The Pretty Things,
Jawbox,
Slave,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soulsonic Force,
Groovy Waters,
Los Fastidios,
Mark Hollis,
Swans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
DNA,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Sheep,
Electric Prunes,
Tres Demented,
Gang Green,
Pagans,
Hoover,
John Foxx,
The Birthday Party,
Rekid,
Goldenarms,
Barclay James Harvest,
10cc,
Nation of Ulysses,
These Immortal Souls,
Donald Byrd,
Robert Görl,
The Human League,
Ultimate Spinach,
New York Dolls,
The J.B.'s,
Gang of Four,
Youth Brigade,
The Gun Club,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dorothy Ashby,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
AZ,
Aloha Tigers,
Joe Finger,
Deepchord,
Panda Bear,
The Walker Brothers,
Ken Boothe,
Amazonics,
JFA,
The Red Krayola,
Davy DMX,
Peter and Kerry,
Monolake,
Skriet,
Von Mondo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Duran Duran,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.