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 New Zealand and from Hong Kong.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lower 48 to the techno 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
This Heat,
Deadbeat,
Shoche,
Blake Baxter,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Underground Resistance,
Quantec,
Drive Like Jehu,
Clear Light,
Khruangbin,
the Swans,
The Neon Judgement,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wings,
Jimmy McGriff,
K-Klass,
The Seeds,
Tom Boy,
Andrew Hill,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Theoretical Girls,
Pere Ubu,
Porter Ricks,
The Stooges,
Model 500,
Joe Smooth,
Ken Boothe,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sister Nancy,
T. Rex,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Vainqueur,
Glenn Branca,
Los Fastidios,
The Remains,
The Toasters,
DJ Style,
Animal Collective,
The Associates,
Joe Finger,
MDC,
John Cale,
Supertramp,
The Selecter,
Ornette Coleman,
Jeru the Damaja,
Electric Prunes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Monochrome Set,
Rakim,
Duran Duran,
Rosa Yemen,
R.M.O.,
Moss Icon,
Alton Ellis,
Mantronix,
Vladislav Delay,
The Durutti Column,
Kerri Chandler,
Todd Rundgren,
The Walker Brothers,
Amon Düül II,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.