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 Micronesia and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Spoonie Gee to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Scrapy,
Sandy B,
Andrew Hill,
Alphaville,
The Busters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Music Machine,
Danielle Patucci,
Boredoms,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Josef K,
Funkadelic,
The Slits,
Nick Fraelich,
Lou Christie,
The Mojo Men,
Wire,
Glambeats Corp.,
Heaven 17,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jeru the Damaja,
DNA,
Jerry's Kids,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marc Almond,
DJ Style,
FM Einheit,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ludus,
The Doors,
Wolf Eyes,
PIL,
The Residents,
Television Personalities,
Cheater Slicks,
Barry Ungar,
Peter & Gordon,
The Cowsills,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Das Ding,
Bauhaus,
The Barracudas,
Soft Cell,
Radio Birdman,
Quantec,
Ten City,
Henry Cow,
Freddie Wadling,
Ultra Naté,
Kenny Larkin,
Leonard Cohen,
Bill Near,
A Certain Ratio,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lalann,
Cal Tjader,
Stiv Bators,
Bobby Sherman,
Jimmy McGriff,
DJ Sneak,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.