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 Antigua and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Deakin to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Kas Product,
Echospace,
The Red Krayola,
Shoche,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joey Negro,
Deepchord,
Quantec,
Sugar Minott,
Kerri Chandler,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Faust,
Oneida,
Big Daddy Kane,
These Immortal Souls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Adolescents,
Bush Tetras,
Skarface,
The Fortunes,
Dawn Penn,
The Gun Club,
T. Rex,
Nils Olav,
Roy Ayers,
ABC,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Black Flag,
Iggy Pop,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
X-Ray Spex,
X-101,
Skaos,
H. Thieme,
Intrusion,
The Sound,
Roxette,
Colin Newman,
The Leaves,
Alphaville,
Laurel Aitken,
Sam Rivers,
Agitation Free,
Isaac Hayes,
John Lydon,
Mark Hollis,
The Evens,
Roger Hodgson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Livin' Joy,
The Cure,
Ohio Players,
Hoover,
Section 25,
A Certain Ratio,
Bill Near,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.