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 Azerbaijan and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Joy Division to the punk 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Oneida,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Urselle,
Rapeman,
Lou Christie,
Parry Music,
Pierre Henry,
DJ Style,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Television Personalities,
Howard Jones,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scion,
Dawn Penn,
The Star Department,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Second Layer,
Bang On A Can,
Arab on Radar,
Freddie Wadling,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wasted Youth,
MDC,
Barclay James Harvest,
Alton Ellis,
Jesper Dahlback,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Funkadelic,
Scan 7,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Chrome,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fall,
The Real Kids,
K-Klass,
The Buckinghams,
Unrelated Segments,
Echospace,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Raincoats,
Swell Maps,
Q and Not U,
Niagra,
Radiopuhelimet,
Babytalk,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Television,
Von Mondo,
Depeche Mode,
China Crisis,
Archie Shepp,
Brass Construction,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cecil Taylor,
Malaria!,
Cameo,
Charles Mingus,
Sugar Minott,
Jacob Miller,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.