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 Bulgaria and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Nation of Ulysses to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Drive Like Jehu,
Duran Duran,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soulsonic Force,
Josef K,
Goldenarms,
Stockholm Monsters,
Deakin,
The Fall,
Agent Orange,
The Monks,
X-Ray Spex,
Maleditus Sound,
Minny Pops,
In Retrospect,
The Index,
DJ Sneak,
the Slits,
The Smiths,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Vladislav Delay,
Jeff Mills,
Warsaw,
Animal Collective,
The Velvet Underground,
Adolescents,
the Sonics,
The Offenders,
Ornette Coleman,
Bobby Womack,
Con Funk Shun,
Pylon,
Chris & Cosey,
Television,
Procol Harum,
Livin' Joy,
Organ,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Count Five,
Lungfish,
Moss Icon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pantaleimon,
Cameo,
Jacques Brel,
The Saints,
Black Flag,
Henry Cow,
UT,
Scan 7,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Infiniti,
Siglo XX,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Loose Ends,
Sam Rivers,
The Misunderstood,
Mo-Dettes,
Joe Smooth,
Rotary Connection,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rapeman,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.