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 Samoa and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Henry Cow to the electroclash 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Slackers,
Slave,
Deepchord,
Gang Gang Dance,
Johnny Osbourne,
Basic Channel,
Q and Not U,
Sun Ra,
Sparks,
Dual Sessions,
The Gladiators,
Dennis Brown,
Crooked Eye,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ronnie Foster,
Visage,
10cc,
Throbbing Gristle,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
La Düsseldorf,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rapeman,
Con Funk Shun,
The New Christs,
The Trojans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Frankie Knuckles,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dave Gahan,
The Zeros,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marine Girls,
Piero Umiliani,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mr. Review,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cybotron,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Associates,
Lakeside,
Little Man,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Public Enemy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Suicide,
Nas,
A Certain Ratio,
Zapp,
Dark Day,
Nation of Ulysses,
Janne Schatter,
The Young Rascals,
Whodini,
Stockholm Monsters,
Toni Rubio,
H. Thieme,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.