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 Montenegro and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Alison Limerick to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Black Pus,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jeff Mills,
Yellowson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mark Hollis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wasted Youth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
MDC,
Jeff Lynne,
Pussy Galore,
New Order,
Tropical Tobacco,
Slick Rick,
Skriet,
The Star Department,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fire Engines,
Country Teasers,
Camouflage,
The Smoke,
Bob Dylan,
Thee Headcoats,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tears for Fears,
Sam Rivers,
Lightning Bolt,
Glambeats Corp.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ultra Naté,
Massinfluence,
Prince Buster,
Pet Shop Boys,
The J.B.'s,
Nik Kershaw,
Metal Thangz,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Model 500,
Spandau Ballet,
Rites of Spring,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The United States of America,
Amazonics,
The Slits,
Man Eating Sloth,
Hashim,
Bronski Beat,
Bush Tetras,
Porter Ricks,
The Pop Group,
Janne Schatter,
Alison Limerick,
Crash Course in Science,
Dennis Brown,
Main Source,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.