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 Zambia and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare 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 The Seeds to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer 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 snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
the Swans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fatback Band,
Brass Construction,
Nico,
The Gap Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Stetsasonic,
The Busters,
La Düsseldorf,
Faraquet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
DJ Style,
Rod Modell,
Todd Terry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Girls At Our Best!,
B.T. Express,
the Slits,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eurythmics,
Unwound,
Mary Jane Girls,
Delta 5,
The Zeros,
Glenn Branca,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Laurel Aitken,
Electric Prunes,
The Count Five,
Brick,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sound Behaviour,
The Blues Magoos,
Thompson Twins,
The Velvet Underground,
The American Breed,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
PIL,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bang On A Can,
Accadde A,
Neu!,
Hashim,
Maurizio,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Von Mondo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Walker Brothers,
the Normal,
Bill Wells,
Grandmaster Flash,
Procol Harum,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Detroit Cobras,
Slave,
Basic Channel,
Bootsy Collins,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.