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 Fiji and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb 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 Gichy Dan to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Pagans,
Mr. Review,
Brothers Johnson,
the Sonics,
Young Marble Giants,
CMW,
Oblivians,
Thompson Twins,
Harry Pussy,
Bootsy Collins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tommy Roe,
The Five Americans,
Michelle Simonal,
Sixth Finger,
Vainqueur,
Neil Young,
the Swans,
Ultravox,
Glenn Branca,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rakim,
Basic Channel,
Donald Byrd,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Cure,
Ossler,
Agitation Free,
Eurythmics,
Dual Sessions,
The Cowsills,
Junior Murvin,
Quantec,
Swell Maps,
Moss Icon,
The Litter,
Charles Mingus,
Mad Mike,
the Slits,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Grass Roots,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Wake,
Spoonie Gee,
Toni Rubio,
A Flock of Seagulls,
T.S.O.L.,
The Dave Clark Five,
June Days,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Zero Boys,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Invisible,
Public Image Ltd.,
Television Personalities,
Kas Product,
Moby Grape,
Maleditus Sound,
Qualms,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.