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 Botswana and from Columbus.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes 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 the Slits to the jazz 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joey Negro,
Wally Richardson,
T. Rex,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soul II Soul,
Archie Shepp,
Throbbing Gristle,
Section 25,
The Blues Magoos,
The Victims,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Skarface,
Suburban Knight,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Peter and Kerry,
The Moody Blues,
CMW,
The Skatalites,
The Evens,
Tommy Roe,
Adolescents,
Circle Jerks,
Babytalk,
Mantronix,
Pussy Galore,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Whodini,
Rapeman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Sonics,
Pantytec,
R.M.O.,
Mandrill,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tom Boy,
Theoretical Girls,
Schoolly D,
48th St. Collective,
B.T. Express,
Eli Mardock,
Surgeon,
The Moleskins,
Crash Course in Science,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jeff Mills,
Bill Near,
Swell Maps,
Lungfish,
Roy Ayers,
John Coltrane,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Desert Stars,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.