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 Sweden and from Lagos.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin 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 Gil Scott Heron to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Groovy Waters,
Dead Boys,
Yaz,
Q65,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Shoche,
The Star Department,
The Birthday Party,
Jesper Dahlback,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Moody Blues,
Ornette Coleman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mark Hollis,
In Retrospect,
The Flesh Eaters,
Yusef Lateef,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Accadde A,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Tremeloes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Hardrive,
Sam Rivers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pussy Galore,
Visage,
Silicon Teens,
Sun City Girls,
New Age Steppers,
Half Japanese,
Chris Corsano,
Andrew Hill,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Duran Duran,
Altered Images,
The Fuzztones,
Neil Young,
Bluetip,
Gichy Dan,
Rod Modell,
Eurythmics,
Matthew Bourne,
Mandrill,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wasted Youth,
Mantronix,
Man Parrish,
Chris & Cosey,
Ponytail,
Flash Fearless,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Minor Threat,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Amon Düül II,
Roxette,
Y Pants,
The Buckinghams,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.