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 Moldova and from Tokyo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes 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 Gang Starr to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Zapp,
Wire,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Colin Newman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Thee Headcoats,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bootsy Collins,
Monolake,
Tubeway Army,
Eric Copeland,
the Bar-Kays,
Juan Atkins,
The Tremeloes,
DNA,
Pagans,
Tomorrow,
The Invisible,
Stetsasonic,
The Shadows of Knight,
Siglo XX,
Fugazi,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jeff Mills,
Mandrill,
Spandau Ballet,
The Gap Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Chris Corsano,
Yaz,
Harmonia,
Liliput,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Laurel Aitken,
Jeff Lynne,
Supertramp,
The Mummies,
The Wake,
Lou Christie,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Q65,
Rites of Spring,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nick Fraelich,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Can,
Buzzcocks,
Black Flag,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kenny Larkin,
Pulsallama,
Drive Like Jehu,
Vladislav Delay,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
John Holt,
Joensuu 1685,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.