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 Kenya and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum 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 Eden Ahbez to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
The Cowsills,
Marc Almond,
Parry Music,
Marmalade,
Organ,
the Swans,
Carl Craig,
Harry Pussy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roxy Music,
The Trojans,
Easy Going,
The Raincoats,
Tubeway Army,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Make Up,
Lou Reed,
The Skatalites,
OOIOO,
Panda Bear,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Robert Wyatt,
the Germs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Howard Jones,
Deadbeat,
Index,
Groovy Waters,
Josef K,
Rotary Connection,
Drive Like Jehu,
Janne Schatter,
Amazonics,
John Foxx,
Soul II Soul,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dawn Penn,
Vainqueur,
Section 25,
Colin Newman,
Pylon,
kango's stein massive,
Cybotron,
Sex Pistols,
Bobby Sherman,
The Motions,
Nirvana,
Surgeon,
the Normal,
Amon Düül,
The Red Krayola,
Gang Green,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fugs,
Crooked Eye,
Johnny Osbourne,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mark Hollis,
Stetsasonic,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.