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 Bulgaria and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Eve St. Jones to the dance 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Zero Boys,
The Monochrome Set,
Guru Guru,
Model 500,
Gang of Four,
Echospace,
ABBA,
Dorothy Ashby,
Connie Case,
Sällskapet,
Rod Modell,
Anakelly,
The Fire Engines,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Oblivians,
T. Rex,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tom Boy,
Qualms,
Quantec,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fortunes,
Babytalk,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sparks,
Television,
Sonic Youth,
Sonny Sharrock,
Chrome,
Japan,
Bluetip,
Byron Stingily,
Kurtis Blow,
Royal Trux,
Albert Ayler,
The Trojans,
Peter & Gordon,
Rekid,
The Victims,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Dirtbombs,
the Bar-Kays,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Real Kids,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Aloha Tigers,
The United States of America,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Morten Harket,
Trumans Water,
Outsiders,
Marine Girls,
Cecil Taylor,
Donny Hathaway,
Scan 7,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bootsy Collins,
Eden Ahbez,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.