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 Egypt and from Manchester.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Prince Buster to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Wasted Youth,
Derrick May,
Whodini,
Average White Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The United States of America,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Stockholm Monsters,
Massinfluence,
Adolescents,
the Bar-Kays,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wings,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Slits,
The Smiths,
Camberwell Now,
kango's stein massive,
Big Daddy Kane,
Niagra,
Rosa Yemen,
Chris Corsano,
Buzzcocks,
Television Personalities,
Moby Grape,
Reagan Youth,
Soulsonic Force,
Negative Approach,
Make Up,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eddi Front,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Stooges,
Hoover,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Los Fastidios,
Loose Ends,
Archie Shepp,
Crime,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Peter and Kerry,
Gang Green,
Cameo,
Bootsy Collins,
Alton Ellis,
Jeff Lynne,
Michelle Simonal,
Dennis Brown,
Crash Course in Science,
The Litter,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pylon,
Simply Red,
Godley & Creme,
Isaac Hayes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Deakin,
Ken Boothe,
Cybotron,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.