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 Czech Republic and from Accra.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Minny Pops 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Chrome,
Avey Tare,
Man Eating Sloth,
Blancmange,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Moody Blues,
Dennis Brown,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Red Krayola,
Grey Daturas,
Urselle,
Slave,
Popol Vuh,
Brothers Johnson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Schoolly D,
Bobby Byrd,
Sun City Girls,
Rotary Connection,
Don Cherry,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bronski Beat,
Sound Behaviour,
Technova,
Fatback Band,
The Move,
X-101,
Sonny Sharrock,
Spoonie Gee,
Roy Ayers,
Average White Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Erykah Badu,
Tommy Roe,
Man Parrish,
James White and The Blacks,
Fat Boys,
Moby Grape,
Malaria!,
Alison Limerick,
Throbbing Gristle,
F. McDonald,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
MC5,
The Index,
John Lydon,
Pussy Galore,
The Leaves,
The Smoke,
Marc Almond,
Marshall Jefferson,
Talk Talk,
Suicide,
Patti Smith,
Icehouse,
Skriet,
Scion,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.