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 Norway and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
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 Lou Reed 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 Marmalade to the disco 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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
The Names,
PIL,
Be Bop Deluxe,
cv313,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lou Reed,
The New Christs,
Reuben Wilson,
Mars,
Man Eating Sloth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tropical Tobacco,
Qualms,
These Immortal Souls,
Guru Guru,
Warren Ellis,
Al Stewart,
Roy Ayers,
Crime,
Gichy Dan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Duran Duran,
Tres Demented,
Dark Day,
Jacob Miller,
Chris Corsano,
Monks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rakim,
Sound Behaviour,
X-101,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kurtis Blow,
New Order,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Searchers,
Country Teasers,
The Associates,
Rod Modell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Standells,
Clear Light,
Anakelly,
Nils Olav,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sister Nancy,
Jawbox,
Radiohead,
Stereo Dub,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Derrick May,
Nick Fraelich,
Theoretical Girls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Essential Logic,
Stockholm Monsters,
Agitation Free,
Suicide,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sällskapet,
Unwound,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.