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 Kiribati and from Madrid.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
PIL,
The Smiths,
Soulsonic Force,
Nas,
Metal Thangz,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eric Dolphy,
Sun Ra,
The Fugs,
Donny Hathaway,
Newcleus,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joe Finger,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Gladiators,
Lungfish,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pharoah Sanders,
JFA,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Maleditus Sound,
Robert Görl,
Mad Mike,
The Leaves,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nils Olav,
The Slackers,
The Mojo Men,
The Skatalites,
Aaron Thompson,
B.T. Express,
Tom Boy,
Pylon,
Vainqueur,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ice-T,
Drexciya,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Martian,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cluster,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Qualms,
Blossom Toes,
Deakin,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Henry Cow,
R.M.O.,
Monks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hardrive,
The Stooges,
Aswad,
The Remains,
The Happenings,
Tommy Roe,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wasted Youth,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.