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 Spain and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar 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 Sarah Menescal to the rap 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
The Trojans,
Interpol,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Half Japanese,
The Martian,
Basic Channel,
Audionom,
cv313,
Schoolly D,
The Mummies,
The Doors,
The Remains,
Intrusion,
Skarface,
Hardrive,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Radiohead,
Mr. Review,
Pylon,
Donald Byrd,
Lou Reed,
The Human League,
Das Ding,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Television Personalities,
Robert Wyatt,
Lyres,
Pierre Henry,
The Smiths,
Gang of Four,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Germs,
Bobby Sherman,
Don Cherry,
The Cure,
Eric B and Rakim,
Colin Newman,
Surgeon,
The Black Dice,
Circle Jerks,
The Searchers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Angry Samoans,
Essential Logic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Walker Brothers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Maleditus Sound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Isaac Hayes,
Byron Stingily,
Erykah Badu,
Scratch Acid,
Mars,
Gabor Szabo,
Outsiders,
Jeru the Damaja,
Matthew Bourne,
The Five Americans,
Camouflage,
New York Dolls,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.