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 Lithuania 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Japan to the dance 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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Faust,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Warren Ellis,
Zero Boys,
The Last Poets,
Tom Boy,
The Motions,
Harry Pussy,
The Seeds,
Altered Images,
Procol Harum,
Depeche Mode,
Yazoo,
Amazonics,
Amon Düül II,
Cheater Slicks,
Tommy Roe,
Little Man,
Crime,
Visage,
The Neon Judgement,
The Vogues,
The Dead C,
Basic Channel,
Ludus,
Kurtis Blow,
Simply Red,
The Residents,
Supertramp,
Godley & Creme,
Matthew Bourne,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Pus,
Quadrant,
Index,
Electric Prunes,
Inner City,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fugazi,
Bluetip,
Ultimate Spinach,
Moss Icon,
Jerry's Kids,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tres Demented,
JFA,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nation of Ulysses,
Malaria!,
The J.B.'s,
Eric Copeland,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Youth Brigade,
The Young Rascals,
Arab on Radar,
Wings,
The Alarm Clocks,
David Axelrod,
Brand Nubian,
Delon & Dalcan,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.