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 Ivory Coast and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba 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 Girls At Our Best! to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
One Last Wish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scion,
Hardrive,
Television Personalities,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jeff Mills,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dual Sessions,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lungfish,
Mr. Review,
Von Mondo,
Pierre Henry,
Hoover,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Alphaville,
Crispy Ambulance,
Minutemen,
the Bar-Kays,
The Move,
Anakelly,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Babytalk,
Flash Fearless,
DNA,
Swell Maps,
Drexciya,
Circle Jerks,
June Days,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Barbara Tucker,
Grey Daturas,
the Human League,
Black Bananas,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
CMW,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scrapy,
Popol Vuh,
Nils Olav,
Theoretical Girls,
Joensuu 1685,
Graham Central Station,
Josef K,
Banda Bassotti,
Terry Callier,
Electric Prunes,
Con Funk Shun,
Brick,
U.S. Maple,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Crispian St. Peters,
DJ Sneak,
Darondo,
Jandek,
Technova,
Bobby Womack,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.