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 Comoros 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Swans to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Mo-Dettes,
Chrome,
Motorama,
Dark Day,
Brick,
Avey Tare,
New Age Steppers,
Matthew Halsall,
Jacques Brel,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
David Axelrod,
Ice-T,
The Durutti Column,
Amazonics,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Gap Band,
Al Stewart,
Franke,
Shuggie Otis,
F. McDonald,
Lucky Dragons,
Barbara Tucker,
Aloha Tigers,
The Techniques,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Susan Cadogan,
Essential Logic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Television Personalities,
Max Romeo,
The United States of America,
Los Fastidios,
John Lydon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Stockholm Monsters,
Masters at Work,
Deadbeat,
Faust,
Gang Gang Dance,
Donald Byrd,
The Sonics,
Barrington Levy,
The Birthday Party,
Fatback Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Joensuu 1685,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kurtis Blow,
Depeche Mode,
Josef K,
Duran Duran,
Hoover,
Niagra,
The Music Machine,
The Pretty Things,
Brass Construction,
David Bowie,
Swell Maps,
Maurizio,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.