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 Seychelles and from Portland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 These Immortal Souls to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Sonics,
Rekid,
Janne Schatter,
Pere Ubu,
The Techniques,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Velvet Underground,
Sarah Menescal,
U.S. Maple,
Barclay James Harvest,
B.T. Express,
Subhumans,
Rites of Spring,
Camouflage,
Pierre Henry,
Accadde A,
The Doors,
Ten City,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Depeche Mode,
Khruangbin,
Half Japanese,
The Human League,
Black Flag,
R.M.O.,
Das Ding,
Soulsonic Force,
Fela Kuti,
The Toasters,
Shoche,
Pole,
Scott Walker,
The Mojo Men,
Man Parrish,
Mission of Burma,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lyres,
The Smoke,
James White and The Blacks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Funky Four + One,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Sonics,
Ohio Players,
The Cowsills,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wings,
Ronnie Foster,
Marvin Gaye,
Tommy Roe,
The Fugs,
Minnie Riperton,
Suburban Knight,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Chrome,
Kenny Larkin,
Ice-T,
Sonic Youth,
Joe Finger,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.