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 Latvia and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord 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 Anakelly to the punk 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Hasil Adkins,
Ornette Coleman,
Negative Approach,
Leonard Cohen,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cluster,
Intrusion,
Sparks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Grey Daturas,
Kerri Chandler,
Rekid,
The Smiths,
Gong,
Freddie Wadling,
The Victims,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
H. Thieme,
T.S.O.L.,
Peter and Kerry,
Electric Prunes,
Judy Mowatt,
E-Dancer,
Oneida,
Angry Samoans,
Brand Nubian,
Symarip,
The Red Krayola,
The Moleskins,
Tomorrow,
Pagans,
Arcadia,
Tubeway Army,
the Soft Cell,
June Days,
Underground Resistance,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Connie Case,
Sonny Sharrock,
Grauzone,
Stetsasonic,
Gang of Four,
The Martian,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Trojans,
Pierre Henry,
The Selecter,
The Moody Blues,
Lalo Schifrin,
Index,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Gladiators,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Alice Coltrane,
Bobby Womack,
Unrelated Segments,
Slick Rick,
Bauhaus,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.