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 Malawi and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Intrusion to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lebanon Hanover,
Hashim,
Metal Thangz,
Little Man,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wire,
New York Dolls,
Dual Sessions,
Cybotron,
Pantaleimon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eden Ahbez,
Sun Ra,
the Soft Cell,
Amon Düül II,
Deakin,
Suicide,
Sparks,
Maleditus Sound,
Porter Ricks,
Tears for Fears,
Jacob Miller,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobby Byrd,
Albert Ayler,
Hoover,
Cymande,
Aaron Thompson,
The Slits,
Hasil Adkins,
Ponytail,
Ronnie Foster,
Slave,
Cecil Taylor,
Johnny Clarke,
U.S. Maple,
The Blues Magoos,
The Doors,
Royal Trux,
The Saints,
Ohio Players,
The Black Dice,
Quando Quango,
Derrick May,
Fat Boys,
Eurythmics,
Stetsasonic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Parry Music,
Scrapy,
EPMD,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Liliput,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
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.