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 Burkina and from New York.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Shadows of Knight to the techno 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Index,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bronski Beat,
Subhumans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Easy Going,
Brothers Johnson,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Skatalites,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eric Copeland,
The Smiths,
The Star Department,
The Doobie Brothers,
Connie Case,
Mantronix,
Harry Pussy,
Dead Boys,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sällskapet,
One Last Wish,
Sex Pistols,
Quando Quango,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Reuben Wilson,
MDC,
Faust,
Prince Buster,
Pet Shop Boys,
Byron Stingily,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fall,
Drexciya,
Suicide,
Young Marble Giants,
the Human League,
The Gladiators,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lungfish,
Tom Boy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
DJ Style,
Tubeway Army,
Cybotron,
The Angels of Light,
Terry Callier,
Nas,
Nils Olav,
X-Ray Spex,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Todd Terry,
Crash Course in Science,
Jeff Lynne,
Chris Corsano,
Roger Hodgson,
Hasil Adkins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scrapy,
These Immortal Souls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.