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 San Marino and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet 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 Rites of Spring to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Gabor Szabo,
Alton Ellis,
Nas,
Mantronix,
Jacques Brel,
the Soft Cell,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rufus Thomas,
The Victims,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Qualms,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Music Machine,
Goldenarms,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Subhumans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Popol Vuh,
Warsaw,
The Beau Brummels,
The Smoke,
Maurizio,
Malaria!,
Suicide,
OOIOO,
Bootsy Collins,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kayak,
Adolescents,
The Count Five,
Sonic Youth,
Jerry's Kids,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Young Marble Giants,
Lyres,
Arab on Radar,
The Modern Lovers,
Alphaville,
The Move,
Danielle Patucci,
Public Enemy,
Bang On A Can,
Porter Ricks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pylon,
Vainqueur,
Arcadia,
10cc,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Isaac Hayes,
Ohio Players,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Yaz,
The Pretty Things,
The American Breed,
Angry Samoans,
Roy Ayers,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.