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 Fiji and from Houston.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
ABC,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kas Product,
The Doors,
the Bar-Kays,
Eurythmics,
Cecil Taylor,
Bill Wells,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ohio Players,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sun Ra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Y Pants,
Vainqueur,
Cybotron,
DJ Sneak,
Massinfluence,
David Bowie,
Sällskapet,
The Move,
Infiniti,
Niagra,
Connie Case,
Make Up,
Crash Course in Science,
The Count Five,
The Walker Brothers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dawn Penn,
Pierre Henry,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ultimate Spinach,
Arab on Radar,
The Golliwogs,
Dark Day,
John Holt,
Jimmy McGriff,
Hoover,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tropical Tobacco,
This Heat,
MDC,
Scratch Acid,
Colin Newman,
The Electric Prunes,
Deadbeat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jacob Miller,
Sexual Harrassment,
Harmonia,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pylon,
Sandy B,
Roy Ayers,
Gang of Four,
Tubeway Army,
K-Klass,
Janne Schatter,
Skarface,
The Fall,
The Moleskins,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.