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 Mali and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the techno 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Unwound,
Mary Jane Girls,
Monolake,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Susan Cadogan,
Khruangbin,
Radio Birdman,
Todd Terry,
Bronski Beat,
Gong,
Letta Mbulu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lungfish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Peter & Gordon,
The Dirtbombs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Sound,
The New Christs,
The Blues Magoos,
Matthew Halsall,
Guru Guru,
Grey Daturas,
cv313,
Massinfluence,
The Searchers,
R.M.O.,
Junior Murvin,
Franke,
Nils Olav,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Niagra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marmalade,
Mark Hollis,
Eurythmics,
Pere Ubu,
Aswad,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Donny Hathaway,
New York Dolls,
Brothers Johnson,
Angry Samoans,
Faraquet,
Animal Collective,
The Martian,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Essential Logic,
Cluster,
Trumans Water,
Bobby Byrd,
Public Enemy,
Stiv Bators,
Colin Newman,
Henry Cow,
The Litter,
Juan Atkins,
a-ha,
Half Japanese,
Pussy Galore,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.