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 Cuba and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin 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 Yusef Lateef to the rap 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Ken Boothe,
Talk Talk,
Depeche Mode,
Colin Newman,
Joyce Sims,
Sugar Minott,
Grauzone,
The Gories,
Sandy B,
Easy Going,
Sparks,
Byron Stingily,
Wire,
Thompson Twins,
Barrington Levy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Smog,
Rosa Yemen,
Gang of Four,
the Germs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Niagra,
Q65,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soft Cell,
Letta Mbulu,
Yellowson,
48th St. Collective,
Cal Tjader,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Association,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jeff Lynne,
Eddi Front,
Porter Ricks,
Wings,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nils Olav,
The United States of America,
Can,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
June Days,
Ornette Coleman,
Gichy Dan,
The Five Americans,
Silicon Teens,
Newcleus,
Saccharine Trust,
The Mojo Men,
Youth Brigade,
The Black Dice,
Clear Light,
MC5,
Cybotron,
A Certain Ratio,
the Human League,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.