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 Somalia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe 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 Fela Kuti to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
48th St. Collective,
The Velvet Underground,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Reagan Youth,
Goldenarms,
Shoche,
Dark Day,
The Toasters,
Subhumans,
Pantytec,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Germs,
Excepter,
Janne Schatter,
Absolute Body Control,
The Young Rascals,
New Order,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mr. Review,
X-101,
Robert Görl,
Bill Wells,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Sound,
Rites of Spring,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Chris & Cosey,
Fela Kuti,
The Gap Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Matthew Bourne,
The Slackers,
Junior Murvin,
E-Dancer,
Model 500,
The Gun Club,
Negative Approach,
Leonard Cohen,
Blake Baxter,
June Days,
Scratch Acid,
Bizarre Inc.,
Erasure,
Quando Quango,
B.T. Express,
Crash Course in Science,
Eric Copeland,
The Fall,
Lucky Dragons,
D'Angelo,
Tubeway Army,
ABBA,
Surgeon,
New York Dolls,
Judy Mowatt,
The Gladiators,
Thee Headcoats,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.