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 Botswana and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin 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 Cybotron to the grime 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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
F. McDonald,
Arab on Radar,
CMW,
Wire,
Grey Daturas,
Pagans,
Amon Düül II,
Black Flag,
The Neon Judgement,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Blues Magoos,
Mad Mike,
Banda Bassotti,
Au Pairs,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Flesh Eaters,
Brass Construction,
Dark Day,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ultravox,
Metal Thangz,
Laurel Aitken,
The Raincoats,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Buzzcocks,
Jeff Lynne,
Dual Sessions,
Tres Demented,
Amon Düül,
Juan Atkins,
AZ,
Roy Ayers,
Gong,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gang Green,
The Invisible,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mission of Burma,
Max Romeo,
Althea and Donna,
Leonard Cohen,
Blancmange,
Mantronix,
Reuben Wilson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ronnie Foster,
Underground Resistance,
Unrelated Segments,
Lyres,
Gabor Szabo,
Oneida,
Traffic Nightmare,
Organ,
Kool Moe Dee,
EPMD,
The Pretty Things,
Rapeman,
Magazine,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nas,
Negative Approach,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.