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 Poland and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 A Certain Ratio to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
The Evens,
Altered Images,
Barry Ungar,
Soft Machine,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sparks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Von Mondo,
Supertramp,
Janne Schatter,
The Slits,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fela Kuti,
Jacques Brel,
Skarface,
JFA,
The Dirtbombs,
Lou Reed,
The Knickerbockers,
AZ,
Wolf Eyes,
The Gap Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Star Department,
T.S.O.L.,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Coltrane,
Rosa Yemen,
Depeche Mode,
Brass Construction,
Babytalk,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fortunes,
Ornette Coleman,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Moon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Quantec,
Subhumans,
Kas Product,
Prince Buster,
Albert Ayler,
Electric Prunes,
Carl Craig,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Metal Thangz,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jawbox,
The Cure,
Gang of Four,
Second Layer,
Thompson Twins,
Darondo,
Oneida,
Gerry Rafferty,
David McCallum,
Ossler,
Wings,
Joyce Sims,
Dark Day,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.