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 Burkina and from Accra.
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 Accra and Delhi.
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 harpsichord 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 Althea and Donna to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Swans,
The Mummies,
Guru Guru,
Simply Red,
Harpers Bizarre,
Con Funk Shun,
Blossom Toes,
Grauzone,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Gladiators,
The Red Krayola,
Donald Byrd,
Absolute Body Control,
Supertramp,
The Electric Prunes,
Silicon Teens,
Lyres,
Mark Hollis,
The Gap Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Leaves,
Ituana,
JFA,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Trumans Water,
Swell Maps,
The Zeros,
Dave Gahan,
The Offenders,
Duran Duran,
Funky Four + One,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nik Kershaw,
Minny Pops,
Wally Richardson,
Morten Harket,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Slits,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Remains,
Nico,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Gabor Szabo,
Deakin,
The Seeds,
Camouflage,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ultravox,
The Victims,
Visage,
Joe Finger,
Saccharine Trust,
Surgeon,
Aswad,
Rites of Spring,
Black Bananas,
Outsiders,
The J.B.'s,
Scrapy,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.