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 Lebanon and from Copenhagen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
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 Tom Verlaine 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 Gang Starr to the disco 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Supertramp,
Ohio Players,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Aswad,
Camberwell Now,
Heaven 17,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Harmonia,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Trojans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Bar-Kays,
Stereo Dub,
Arab on Radar,
Moby Grape,
Vainqueur,
The Divine Comedy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lyres,
Barry Ungar,
The Electric Prunes,
The Remains,
Dark Day,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Tremeloes,
Brand Nubian,
Davy DMX,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lou Reed,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Real Kids,
T. Rex,
Pagans,
Eric Copeland,
Technova,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mr. Review,
Underground Resistance,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pierre Henry,
Chrome,
Pere Ubu,
Jeff Mills,
The Flesh Eaters,
Peter and Kerry,
Scott Walker,
China Crisis,
Nas,
Tommy Roe,
Johnny Clarke,
Skarface,
OOIOO,
Index,
Funky Four + One,
Absolute Body Control,
Magma,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roxette,
World's Most,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.