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 Thailand and from Halifax.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 JFA to the rap 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub 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?
Laurel Aitken,
Rosa Yemen,
the Soft Cell,
Wings,
Lightning Bolt,
Youth Brigade,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Amon Düül,
Animal Collective,
Desert Stars,
MC5,
Isaac Hayes,
Crime,
The Martian,
Depeche Mode,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Sonics,
Kerri Chandler,
Franke,
The Monks,
Dead Boys,
The Techniques,
The Trojans,
Mantronix,
Colin Newman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sun City Girls,
Tubeway Army,
Aloha Tigers,
Donny Hathaway,
a-ha,
In Retrospect,
Wolf Eyes,
Grauzone,
Wire,
Aaron Thompson,
Eli Mardock,
Idris Muhammad,
The Invisible,
Derrick Morgan,
Young Marble Giants,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soft Cell,
Deakin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Zero Boys,
Bronski Beat,
James White and The Blacks,
Joyce Sims,
Graham Central Station,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Amazonics,
Banda Bassotti,
Althea and Donna,
The Misunderstood,
Alphaville,
Marc Almond,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Selecter,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.