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 Niger and from Johannesburg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Dave Gahan to the electroclash 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Moebius,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Faust,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Aloha Tigers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
kango's stein massive,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Groovy Waters,
Simply Red,
Todd Rundgren,
Pantaleimon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Drexciya,
June of 44,
Henry Cow,
These Immortal Souls,
Television,
Crash Course in Science,
Fad Gadget,
Shuggie Otis,
The Happenings,
The Neon Judgement,
Lou Christie,
The Doors,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Los Fastidios,
Brothers Johnson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Darondo,
Rod Modell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dark Day,
Smog,
The Alarm Clocks,
Josef K,
A Certain Ratio,
The Martian,
Make Up,
Model 500,
8 Eyed Spy,
Byron Stingily,
Stiv Bators,
Soulsonic Force,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Panda Bear,
The Fugs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ken Boothe,
Arthur Verocai,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lalann,
Popol Vuh,
Ronnie Foster,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Trojans,
Qualms,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Brand Nubian,
This Heat,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.