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 Gabon and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 David Bowie 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 Mojo Men to the jazz 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Loose Ends,
Icehouse,
La Düsseldorf,
Radio Birdman,
Parry Music,
JFA,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kaleidoscope,
Rhythm & Sound,
Peter and Kerry,
Sex Pistols,
The Smoke,
Scott Walker,
Deakin,
Andrew Hill,
Adolescents,
The Fire Engines,
E-Dancer,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fortunes,
Ponytail,
Underground Resistance,
Barry Ungar,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Happenings,
Essential Logic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Todd Terry,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ten City,
Lindisfarne,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Black Bananas,
The Real Kids,
Wasted Youth,
Wire,
The Skatalites,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pole,
Blossom Toes,
The Durutti Column,
Aswad,
The Electric Prunes,
The Black Dice,
Visage,
Guru Guru,
James Chance & The Contortions,
EPMD,
Toni Rubio,
The Barracudas,
Joyce Sims,
The Moody Blues,
The Vogues,
kango's stein massive,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.