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 Turkey and from Mexico City.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Drexciya to the grime 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Suicide,
Juan Atkins,
Aloha Tigers,
The Victims,
Prince Buster,
Glenn Branca,
The Fire Engines,
Moebius,
The Monochrome Set,
Ronnie Foster,
Delta 5,
Wolf Eyes,
Angry Samoans,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Human League,
Siglo XX,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Half Japanese,
Todd Terry,
ABBA,
Con Funk Shun,
Lindisfarne,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Star Department,
Nirvana,
MC5,
the Germs,
John Coltrane,
Sugar Minott,
Boredoms,
The Motions,
The Invisible,
Kayak,
Crime,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
DNA,
Minor Threat,
Oneida,
Accadde A,
The Leaves,
Tres Demented,
Zapp,
Bill Wells,
T.S.O.L.,
New Order,
Scientists,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Big Daddy Kane,
F. McDonald,
Barry Ungar,
Judy Mowatt,
The Barracudas,
Dead Boys,
Morten Harket,
Colin Newman,
L. Decosne,
Don Cherry,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.