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 Venezuela and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum 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 Drive Like Jehu to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Soul II Soul,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Busters,
The Trojans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rosa Yemen,
Junior Murvin,
Unwound,
Lungfish,
Aswad,
Freddie Wadling,
Tubeway Army,
Dennis Brown,
Zapp,
Jerry's Kids,
Camouflage,
Suburban Knight,
John Foxx,
Lightning Bolt,
Minutemen,
Buzzcocks,
the Sonics,
The Techniques,
Hoover,
Faust,
Curtis Mayfield,
Stereo Dub,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mark Hollis,
The Fortunes,
Symarip,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
New Age Steppers,
Jeff Mills,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Harry Pussy,
Lindisfarne,
Severed Heads,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Dirtbombs,
Eddi Front,
Chrome,
KRS-One,
The Fugs,
World's Most,
Eric Dolphy,
Deepchord,
Derrick Morgan,
Rekid,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sonny Sharrock,
Archie Shepp,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
DJ Style,
Patti Smith,
Basic Channel,
Jesper Dahlback,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.