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 Grenada and from Houston.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Donald Byrd to the disco 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Popol Vuh,
Bronski Beat,
Guru Guru,
Bizarre Inc.,
Con Funk Shun,
Connie Case,
Spoonie Gee,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mo-Dettes,
Kaleidoscope,
The Doors,
Arthur Verocai,
Malaria!,
Neu!,
X-Ray Spex,
Robert Görl,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fear,
Crash Course in Science,
Sexual Harrassment,
Glenn Branca,
Khruangbin,
The Fall,
CMW,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Litter,
OOIOO,
Average White Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Toni Rubio,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Move,
Drive Like Jehu,
New York Dolls,
The Cowsills,
Sugar Minott,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ohio Players,
The Techniques,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sun Ra,
Agitation Free,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pylon,
Section 25,
Simply Red,
Erasure,
the Soft Cell,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
X-101,
Ossler,
The Gladiators,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Camberwell Now,
The Count Five,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ituana,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.