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 Chad and from Portland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Nas to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nik Kershaw,
Nirvana,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Todd Rundgren,
The Five Americans,
Surgeon,
The Pretty Things,
The Flesh Eaters,
Agitation Free,
Black Moon,
Youth Brigade,
Drexciya,
Neu!,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lower 48,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Star Department,
Ossler,
Whodini,
Loose Ends,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pussy Galore,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Japan,
Bobby Byrd,
Amazonics,
The Leaves,
Circle Jerks,
Absolute Body Control,
The Barracudas,
Echospace,
June of 44,
Glambeats Corp.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sonny Sharrock,
Warsaw,
Young Marble Giants,
K-Klass,
MDC,
Sexual Harrassment,
Agent Orange,
The Cure,
Babytalk,
Half Japanese,
Marcia Griffiths,
Robert Wyatt,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lebanon Hanover,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Archie Shepp,
The Selecter,
Index,
Bang On A Can,
Joy Division,
Tears for Fears,
David Bowie,
Los Fastidios,
Mark Hollis,
8 Eyed Spy,
The New Christs,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.